#i took one look at him and fucked up my shots

[sweetfictionalworld]

Mine

Pairing: The Front Man /Hwang In-ho x Female Reader x The Masked Officer

Requested by anon: Reader being with the frontman, and the black guard just like to tease her and get the Frontman angry. Little did he know that the frontman was watching everything and put them both in their place.

Warnings: Nsfw, Smut, Oral Sex, Fingering, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Unprotected Sex, Cumshots.

"Mask off."

You obeyed the Officer's command, holding your gaze to the floor as the handsome man approached you.

"How many times have you been here now, y/n?"

"Five, Sir."

"You know, I've always wondered why a pretty, little thing like you ended up here of all places."

"Does it really matter?" you asked and looked up at him defiantly.

The Officer chuckled and stepped closer to you, running his finger down your jawline. You could feel your heart racing at the closeness of his body and the gentle touch of his finger.

"I guess not. But I know why you keep returning. Is the Front Man really that good of a fuck that you continue killing people just to get his dick?"

Your eyes widened and your face heat up. How could he possibly know this?

"I-It's not like that," you whispered and lowered your head.

The Officer's eyes widened in realization and he smiled mockingly. "Oh, I see. You love him. I'm sorry to say it, sweetheart, but he will never love you back. That man's heart is cold as stone."

"And yours isn't?" you asked, looking up at him again. You known for a long time now, that he wanted you. He was always flirting with you, calling you to his office for no apparent reason, just to tease you. And you would be lying to say that he didn't have an affect on you, he was a handsome and attractive man for sure. And a part of you wanted to make the Front Man jealous, to find out if he really cared about you or not.

The Officer smiled at your question. "You're probably right. In a place like this, who has the time to care about someone? But, it can't stop one from having a little fun."

He palmed your face and you held your breath as he lowered his face to yours, his lips nearly touching yours...

"Officer, back away."

You gasped at the Front Man's voice, the Officer only let go off your face and looked at his captain with a wide smirk, not caring about the fact that his helmet was off in front of his superior officer.

"Sorry, Captain. We were just...having a little conversation."

The Front Man walked up to the two of you, placing himself behind you with his hand on your shoulder.

"I do not share my belongings, Officer. And this one belongs to me."

A pang of heat rushed through your belly at his words.

"Oh? Are you sure that's what she thinks too? That she belongs to you?"

"I know so. Because she does everything I demand of her," the Front Man replied. "Now, sit down, Officer."

The Officer glared at the Front Man but did what he ordered, knowing what the consequences would be if he disobeyed.

"Y/n. Take your clothes off."

A wave of heat rushed through your core at his words and you bit down on your lip as you glanced up at the Officer and saw the spark of interest in his eyes where he sat in his armchair with his legs crossed. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to calm your nerves. What choice did you have but to obey? And did you really want to disobey him? Opening your eyes, you held your gaze on the floor as you took of your mask and started undressing with trembling fingers, too self-conscious to meet the Officer's eyes.

In-ho smirked where he stood behind you, his dick twitching at the sight of your naked, tempting form.

You shot a glance upwards at the Officer, arousal spiking through your at the sight of his lust-filled eyes staring at your naked body.

"On your knees, y/n."

Cheeks flushed, you obeyed his command and dropped down to the floor.

In-ho smirked and lifted your chin, his voice dark and husky as he spoke again.

"Open that pretty mouth of yours."

You obeyed again, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue as the Front Man zipped down his slacks and took out his cock.

The Front Man tapped the head of his cock against your tongue. You flicked your tongue across the slit of the head, earning a breathy growl from the Front Man. Encouraged by his noises, you leaned forward and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. Slowly, you started bobbing your head, sliding your lips up and down his length. With each bob, you took more and more of him into your mouth until you started to gag.

"See what a good girl she is?" In-ho smirked and looked up at the Officer who kept staring at the sight in front of him. "She does everything I tell her to do. Even here. In front of you."

The Front Man grunted and grabbed your head, pressing you down on his cock and bucked his hips against your face. You choked and spluttered as his length pushed down your throat. The Front Man growled and released the grip on your head, allowing you to breathe. Gasping for air, you stared up at him and glanced over at the officer. A pang of heat rushed through your belly when you saw the cock in his hand, his brown eyes focused on you as he stroke himself.

The Front Man wrapped his hand around your throat and forced you to look at him. You gasped and stared up at the masked man.

"See how much he enjoys seeing your mouth wrapped around my cock? I bet he's gonna love seeing me ravage you."

"Please...," you whimpered, squeezing your thighs together to lighten the throbbing arousal.

"What's that?" The Front Man snickered and lowered his hand down between your legs, slipping his long finger through your wet folds and into your soaked pussy. You gasped and grabbed his arm, moaning with pleasure at finally having something inside your aching core. In-ho growled at the sensation of your spongy flesh gripping his finger and the sloppy noises your pussy was making as he moved his finger inside you.

"You're absolutely drenched. You want me inside you, little one?"

"Y-Yes, Sir...please...," you mewled, nearly sobbing as you desperately rode his finger.

The Front Man chuckled and removed his fingers, leaving you feeling empty and greedy for more. Your blurry mind was abruptly woken by his cock plunging into you from behind. Back arching and eyes widening, you looked at him over your shoulder, at the erotic sight of him crouching above you and pounding his cock into your gaping, soppy count. You caught something in the corner of your eyes and suddenly remembered the Officer was there. The sight he was giving you sent another wave of pleasure through your belly. He was still stroking himself, his pace faster now, matching the pace of The Front Man's hips. His mouth was half open, his chest heaving rapidly with breathy moans as he watched The Front Man fucking you from behind.

All of these impressions flooding your body and mind were too overwhelming, and you couldn’t control your body anymore as another gush of pleasure swept through your body. Throwing your head back, you pressed your ass back against The Front Man's hips, rutting against him erratically as your orgasm rolled like waves through your body.

In-ho growled and threw his head back at the feeling of your fluttering, clenching walls gripping his cock. He slammed into you one last time, his cock swelling and throbbing as spurts of his thick cum released into your cunt. Your eyes landed on the Officer just as he came, and a fountain of white semen erupted from his cock and painted the floor. You mewled softly at the sight, your pussy gently clenching around the Front Man's cock still lodged inside you as your body relaxed in post-orgasmic bliss. Then, you felt The Front Man's fingers in your hair and you gasped as he yanked your head back, forcing you to look at the Officer.

"This pussy will never be yours, Officer," The Front Man snarled. "You understand that? It belongs to me and I can fuck it whenever and wherever I want. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir," the Officer swallowed nervously and quickly put himself back into his jumpsuit.

"Good. Now, come along, little one. I'm not finished with you."

Face flushed with embarrassment, you stood up and scrambled your clothes together, following the The Front Man with your head bowed, already feeling the burn of his paddle on your ass.

[dollracha]

𐙚 just friends ⋆ l.f x reader

pairing: fwb! lee felix x gender neutral! reader genre: angst, smau, smut warnings: friends with benefits ⋆ no happy ending ⋆ swearing ⋆ special guests: bang chan & lee know ⋆ chan is called chris ⋆ vaguely written sex ⋆ riding (mentioned) ⋆ oral sex (male & gn recieving) ⋆ moody / mean felix ⋆ felix has an ex ⋆ felix is an asshole ⋆ short scenes ⋆ self gaslighting wc: 2.3k synopsis: becoming friends with benefits with felix wasn't a bad idea. that's what you convinced yourself when it started. nothing would change. (that was a lie.) request: hii is your request slot still open? if its not feel free to ignore my request. Soo Im thinking about fwb angst yk? Like maybe Seungmin or Felix. I would rly rly appreciate it if u did the request, have a nice day!! author's note: i wouldn’t call this full on smut but i did write some less descriptive sex scenes. the focus is more on the angst. also felix is mean. i said that once but i'm gonna say it again. (ps. there's no redemption arc pt. 2 because i actually enjoy the suffering of this.)

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you always thought that most friends with benefits situations would be secret; that you’d sneak around behind your friend’s backs, careless yet careful to make sure they never found out. lee felix proved you wrong.

you’re out at the bar with your friends, he’s got his arm around you. after a few drinks, he’s suggesting you come home with him. or you’re at home on a saturday morning and he asks you to come grocery shopping with him, just for the company. whenever you’re out with your friends, it’s more likely than not that felix is at your side.

all of your friends know about your situation with felix. you used to be embarrassed, but that washed away quickly. you don’t feel anything about it, or at least you try not to. 

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

“are you two together or something?” chris asks, his face twisted with confusion. it’s a reasonable question. felix has you pulled into his lap. he’s been fiddling with the pendant on your necklace for a few minutes. the two of you have been receiving looks from your friends, entirely noticed by you while felix remains unaware. 

“no?” he drops your pendant, and looks at chris like he’s an idiot for insinuating it. “nobody has a problem when lee know hyung grabs your ass. but suddenly because i’m holding y/n everyone’s got a problem?”

“what?” minho doesn’t move as he glares at felix. ‘the audacity of this kid…’ 

“no one’s got a problem.” chris intervenes between them before it has the chance to escalate. “it was just a question, mate.” 

felix practically shoves you off his lap to stand. you stumble as you try not to fall. “they’re obviously not my fucking partner.” he spits, and heads straight for the door. it stings. you know your dynamic, it’s nothing romantic. you’re just best friends who can’t keep their hands off each other. that doesn’t stop the hurt.

you look between your friends, and felix, and back again. “i’m gonna go make sure he’s okay.” chris shakes his head, but doesn’t say a word nor stop you.

you catch up to felix just before before the elevator door shuts. “felix,” he doesn’t spare you a glance. “wha—” he interrupts you. “—it’s bullshit. they’re all cozy with each other. no problem. that’s fine. but when it comes to me there’s a bunch of questions and shit?” he turns to you finally, posing the question and finally remembering to hit the button for the first floor.

“it was one question, felix.” you try to calm him down, it probably won’t work. he’s been very sensitive to the topic of relationships as of recent. “i don’t think chris is necessarily wrong for asking, and–”

“so you think he has the right to be in my business?” 

“no. that’s not what i said.”

“then what is it?”

“you were a little rough. chris wasn’t rude. you took an unwarranted shot at minho. they’re our friends.” 

“you’re my friend too and you don’t pull that shit.” anyone else would think he was brushing off your point, but you know he’s getting it. he’s reaching out to pull you close, and then the elevator door opens. he walks out first, and spares a glance behind him. 

“come home with me?” he asks, and you nod. 

“let’s go.”

  ⋆ ⋆ ⋆

he’s not always moody, but the 'what are we?' talk always manages to put him in a mood. most of the time, you two are just friends, who fuck each other on the side. nothing more. 

that’s how it started. felix was a few weeks free from a bad breakup. he was pent up, needed to relieve the stress, anger and sadness bottled up inside of him. and there you were, sitting on his couch like a godsend. it started slow. he pulls you into his arms like he has many times before. friends, cuddling together. until it’s not. his hand rests on your knee, it slowly makes its way up your thighs. you only realize how hot his touch makes you feel when his fingers sneak under the hem of your shorts.

“can i?” he asks, his lips brushing against your ear. 

a part of you (that, maybe, you should have listened to) tells you to say no. but you don’t. you nod your head, and for good measure, you say “yes.”

felix decides to try his luck further, his other hand grips your chin, and forces you to look at him. there’s a hunger in his eyes, like he’s ready to devour you whole given the chance. “can i kiss you?” he practically is, his lips brush against yours as he speaks. 

you knew it wouldn’t mean anything. you always took felix as a romantic. the fact that he was so willing to touch you with no ado made everything clear: this was a one time hookup. were you using him, in his emotionally fragile, pent up state? was he using you? you weren’t sure. 

“yes,” it’s another stupid decision, but it doesn’t feel quite wrong when his lips are against yours. when he kisses you with such need, such urgency. you lose all thoughts of moral, of rationale. all that matters is felix.

a few minutes of eager kissing is all he can stand. he slips his shirt off, and pushes up the hem of yours then hesitates. “can i?” again, you should have said no. you don’t.

“please,”

it’s a blur after that. he takes your shirt off. then it’s your shorts, your underwear. he makes you cum on his mouth. he’s reveling in the way you grip his hair, the way you moan his name like it’s the only one that you know. it makes him feel wanted, needed. like for once, in the past few months, he’s doing something right.

he’s got you itching to return the favor, to feel the weight of him on your tongue, taste him and feel as he hits the back of your throat. felix gets impatient. he grips your hair and fucks into your mouth. his cock hits the back of your throat and you tear up. he’s quick to soothe your tears, “i caused them, ‘s only right.” he says.

as he cums, he holds you in place. he looks up at the ceiling, groaning as you take his load. it’s not your name he moans. it’s his ex’s. it gets caught in his throat like a strangled sob–refusing to come out, yet refusing to stay inside. you both pretend it didn’t happen.

for now, it’s all he wants. you continue with your movie night as if nothing happened. 

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

it’s almost a routine now. you hook up at least twice a week. he’s always the one to invite you over. sometimes it’s a relief. you’re stressed about something going on in your life and he’s a perfect distraction. other times, he’s the one making your life harder. he’s begging you to come over late, and your problem? you can’t say no. you have the freedom to. you know he’d pout for a second, before telling you to sleep well and you’ll hang out later. 

and when you do come over, which it’s unlikely that you won’t succumb to his request, he’s on you immediately. he doesn’t waste time stripping you, taking you to the bed when he’s patient, and the couch when he can’t wait another moment to have you. 

one thing that felix doesn’t do, is mark you. he’ll kiss you with vigor. he’ll suck at your skin, bite at your chest, but it’s all done with just enough gentleness that your skin remains unmarked. you know, you check in the mirror like you’ll wake up one morning and discover his love lasts on your skin. it’s the disconnect between love and lust. if he loved you, maybe he’d claim you as such. he’d mark your skin with red and purple hickeys. he doesn’t love you. you know that.

you don’t love him as anything more than a friend. you should stop dreaming about things reserved for lovers when you’re just friends.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

sometimes, there’s a domestic bliss that settles between the two of you. It really has you thinking that you could be his. you’ll be in his kitchen, his hands are wrapped around your waist as you cook a quick, late dinner. his head rests on your shoulder and he sways you to the music you put on. 

or you’re cuddling in his bed. he’s the big spoon and you’re the little spoon. he has a pillow propped over his arm, his other hand draped over your waist. you’re talking about everything and nothing, all at once. the weather. his childhood. your first pet. the weirdness of sourdough starter. 

you know that the only love between the two of you is the kind friends share. 

screw the kisses that are so sweet they make you think he’s in love with you. screw the way he moans your name now as he cums. the way he looks up at you as you ride him, something so hungry, so insatiable in his big doe eyes. screw way he holds you as you come down from your high, his hands stable and firm on your shaking hips. it keeps you from floating off into a realm, a universe where lee felix could actually love you like the romantic you’ve seen him be for everyone else he’s had in his bed. there’s no way any of it could be love. at least, that’s what you keep telling yourself. if he hadn’t made it abundantly clear to everyone you know that you’re ‘just friends’, you might have mistaken the lust in his eyes for love. every lie becomes true once you repeat it enough. every hope, every desire gets crushed once met with the cruel fist of reality one too many times.

do you punish yourself with the facade that he loves you, or the facade that he doesn’t? either way, you can’t resist him. you can’t say no. he needs you. or is it you that needs him? who gets hurt when nothing was ever supposed to be at stake? if you’re an addict, lee felix is your drug, and you’ve not yet seen the consequences of taking too much.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

six months fly by quickly. six months of being friends with benefits with felix. to the date. it’s a normal day, though you don’t see him. you don’t talk to him. you haven’t talked to him since yesterday afternoon. 

the only warning when glass breaks, is the fall. felix’s absence is the fall. the ‘ping!’ of a text message is the impact on the ground, the shatter into a million pieces.

you should have known better than to think it was going to last. really, what did you expect? felix to confess his love to you, rose petals on the bed and candlelight? every good thing comes to an end. whatever you had with felix was never an exception.

it’s not like you loved him, though. like you had that kind of fantasy. it just felt like a breach of your friendship for him to run back to his ex, and not say a word.

you can’t help the anger that takes over. felix was seeing his ex again? after seven months of being apart. he’s running back into those arms. it disgusts you, so much so that you feel your stomach churn. it makes you want to throw up.

you're crying and you don't even know why. there was nothing going on between you two. everything in the past few months meant nothing. right?

wrong. it was something. you couldn't quite explain it, but it was worth far more than going back to a shitty ex.

usually, when felix causes your tears, he's there to wipe them away. they're because of everything he's doing right. this time, it's all wrong; he's not here to dry them up either.

you know chris wouldn’t lie to you. you also know felix wouldn’t keep that from you.

or would he?

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[carnalcrows]

DETECTIVE - JUNHO

pairing: junho x top male reader

synopsis: Your boyfriend returns from work all stressed and pent up. You decide to relieve him of his troubles.

content warnings: 18+, bottom junho, unprotected sex, breeding, creampie, junho gets a little cock drunk.

word count: 1.0k

A/N: had fun with this request!! tysm anon <3

Jun-ho stumbled into the apartment, the weight of his investigation etched deeply into his tired features. His tie was loose, his shirt half-untucked, and his hair looked like he’d run his hands through it at least a hundred times that day. You were sprawled on the couch, casually flipping through a magazine, but the moment you heard the door creak open, you shot up to greet him.

“Rough day, detective?” you teased lightly, offering him a grin as he kicked off his shoes with the enthusiasm of a man who had been on his feet for far too long.

“Rough doesn’t even cover it,” he muttered, his voice heavy with exhaustion. “I’m chasing ghosts, and every lead either disappears or ends up dead.”

You frowned sympathetically, stepping closer to slide your arms around his waist. “That’s why you’ve got me,” you said softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “To make you forget all about those pesky ghosts.”

Jun-ho gave a weary chuckle, his hands finding their place on your hips. “You always know how to make me feel better,” he murmured, though his shoulders remained tense.

“Well, that’s my job, isn’t it?” you quipped, gently pulling him toward the bedroom. “Come on, Mr. Detective. You need to relax, and I’ve got just the plan.”

The bedroom was dimly lit, a few candles casting a warm glow across the room. You pushed him gently onto the bed, your hands working at the buttons of his shirt before he could protest. “You need to stop overworking yourself,” you scolded playfully. “I can’t have my boyfriend turning into a stress zombie.”

Jun-ho sighed, letting you slide the shirt off his shoulders. “Easier said than done,” he mumbled. “This case… It's like nothing I’ve ever seen before. The scale of it, the cruelty—”

“Shhh,” you interrupted, pressing a finger to his lips. “No work talk. Just you, me, and forgetting all about whatever’s out there.”

He looked at you, his dark eyes softening as a small smile tugged at his lips. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And yet, you love me,” you replied smugly, leaning in to kiss him.

What started as a gentle kiss quickly deepened, the tension in his body melting away under your touch. Your hands roamed his back, coaxing him to relax as he let out a quiet, contented sigh. His lips moved against yours with increasing fervor, and you felt his earlier exhaustion being replaced by something far more passionate.

Your hands slid down his waist, settling at the hem of his pants, gently tugging them off.

“ ‘M gonna take care of you tonight,” you mumbled before pressing a kiss to his shoulder, before trailing them all the way to his happy trails.

You slightly nipped at his boxers, before pulling them down with your teeth, making him shudder.

“Fuck– just put it in already,” he mumbled, to which you merely smirked before picking up the packet of lube you had kept near the bedside and ripping it with your teeth.

The cool liquid slid down your fingers, and you took one and prodded at his home, before slowly sliding it in.

Jun-ho moaned at the intrusion, it had been a while since the two of you had done anything together.

You slid another digit in, followed by a third one. Three fingers were pumping in and out of the man, eliciting the most beautiful noises you had ever heard in a while.

Deeming him prepped enough, you removed you fingers, and replaced them with your hardened length, groaning as his hole clenched around the tip.

Jun-ho let out a loud moan, feeling filled to the brim. You slowly slid all the way in, stopping when your pelvis was reading against his ass.

“Gonna move now baby,” you uttered before pulling out all the way to the tip before slamming back in. His back arched, eyes going to the back of his head.

You showed no mercy with your thrusts, every single one hitting his prostate.

Jun-ho was clinging onto the bed sheets with a desperation, his legs tightening their grip on your thighs, pulling you closer into him.

His brain had gone haywire, you cock filling the empty space. It was all he could think about– if he could even think, given the situation.

Without warning, he came– painting both his and your torsos. You didn't stop however, merely speeding up your thrusts, making him whine from the overstimulation.

His hole clenched around you tightly, and you felt yourself release, coating his insides with your seed.

Jun-ho whined when you pulled out of him, feeling empty. You got up and grabbed a washcloth, wiping him down before cleaning yourself up. Throwing the cloth away, you tucked him into bed, laying down beside him and letting sleep take you over.

Hours later, Jun-ho was fast asleep beside you, his breathing steady and peaceful. You watched him for a moment, a soft smile playing on your lips as you brushed a strand of hair from his face. He looked so serene, so trusting.

And then your phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Carefully, you slipped out of bed, grabbing the device and stepping into the other room. You glanced at the screen, your stomach flipping when you saw the name: Front Man.

You hesitated for only a moment before answering. “It’s done,” you whispered, your voice calm and controlled. “He’s completely distracted.”

A deep, distorted voice replied, “Good. Keep him that way. We can’t afford any interference.”

Your lips curved into a smirk, your eyes flicking back toward the bedroom where Jun-ho slept soundly. “He won’t suspect a thing. I’ll make sure of it.”

There was a pause on the other end, and then the voice said, “You’ve done well. Don’t forget where your loyalties lie.”

“Of course not,” you replied smoothly, ending the call and placing the phone back on the counter.

As you returned to bed, sliding under the covers beside Jun-ho, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of something—was it guilt? Regret? It didn’t matter. You’d made your choice long ago, and there was no turning back.

You wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close as he unconsciously leaned into your touch. “Goodnight, detective,” you murmured softly, pressing a kiss to his temple. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake.

And as the night stretched on, you lay there with him, your mind already calculating your next move.

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[theyluvpeach]

six fit under by the weeknd.

toxicex!reader x toxictaken!matt blurb. ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ you just can't let him go.

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: dom to subby matt. meanish reader?? she knows it's wrong but she doesn't gaf. fem receiving. fingering. (matt the munch🙂‍↕️)

You shouldn't be here. You have one of the most important exams of your life tomorrow, but you here you are. At Matt's frat. You're steering away from every drink you're offered, every alcoholic game that your friends want you to play because you know what's gonna happen.

One way or another, you're ending up in Matt's room by the end of the night. You hate admitting it yourself, but he's your Achilles' heel. You can't stop yourself from giving into him.

You run one of your hands through your hair, letting out a deep sigh. "You good?" One of your friends asks, seeing the distressed look on your face. "Fine. I'm fine." You say, beginning to walk off towards the kitchen.

One shot won't hurt.

Five won't be that bad.

Ten won't lead to a terrible hangover. You can handle it.

You can't remember how many shots you took. All you know is that frat boy who said he could take more shots than you is probably throwing up.

You're stumbling off to the bathroom when you realize that you left your phone somewhere in the kitchen, you groan. You just need to check how your makeup looks and maybe pee, then you'll be back in there.

You stumble back as someone bumps into you. "The fuc—?" As soon as you look to see who bumped into you, his cologne fills your nostrils.

"Matt." His name files out of your mouth before your brain can catch up with your actions. He looks you up and down, "You look good."

"I know." You say, "Where ya going?"

You raise an eyebrow. You both know that you know exactly where you're going, you know this frat like the back of your hand.

"Bathroom." You begin to walk again just for him to block your way. "Matt." You say sternly, searching his eyes for the reason he's doing this and you're met with lust. Pure lust.

"You should come to my room."

"I need to check my makeup." He rolls his eyes. "You know I have a mirror in my room." You know know that, you remember when you caught him fucking some girl in front of it.

"Need to pee too—" You try to walk off, but he grabs your wrist, "Come to my room."

"Matt." You say sharply. You're trying so hard to resist, trying so hard to get him to back off. "Please?" He says, low and whiney.

You bite your lip. "Will you finally leave me alone after?"

He nods.

"Fine. Move."

You can see him staring at you from the corner of his bed as you push up your lashes and bend down slightly to fix your dress as you fix your twisted bra. "You look good."

"I know." You repeat. "Like....really, really good." He stands behind you in the mirror. You didn't even hear the bed creak when he got up.

You barely have to blink before his lips are on yours. Your eyes flutter shut. God, how you missed the feeling of his lips against yours.

It's embarrassing how much you let him get away with. He picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist as he carries you over to his bed.

When he throws you on his bed, it's like deja vu, the good kind. A moment you wouldn't mind staying in as his chain dangles in your face, and your eye contact becomes sinful.

Until the thought that he has a girlfriend appears in your mind. You swerve his kiss. "I get you all the way to my bed, and you do thi-?"

"You have a girlfriend."

"Oh, c'mon—" He says, staring down at you with disbelief in his eyes. "Knees."

The way his body instantly responds to your command makes you smile. You wonder if his new girlfriend knows he has this side to him.

You sit up slowly, admiring the sight in front of you. She probably doesn't, the first time you tried to be in control Matt freaked the fuck out.

He stares up at you with those puppy eyes. He knows what those do to you. "You're terrible." It comes out way softer than you wanted it to but you can't think with the way he's looking at you.

He smirks. "You let me kiss you." You scoff and cross your arms. "Before I remembered you had a girlfriend."

"Don't you want me to fuck you?" He presses, parting your legs and pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "Remember that time I fucked you so hard you couldn't go to class in the morning?"

You avoid his gaze. Your panties are soaked, to say the least. "Yeaaah, let's refresh that memory." His hands slip up to the hem of panties, "Couldn't move, had me carrying you 'round all day...Let's go back to that. Let me take care of you, baby."

His words are getting to you. Bad. You won't give in, you won't. You remember how your heart broke into a million pieces when you found out Matt was cheating on you. You won't do that to another girl.

Yet, you still let him slip off your panties. "Fuck, you're dripping, sweetheart. You were craving me, huh?"

You won't give in. You won't give in. Yet you make no moves to push him away as he presses soft kisses from your inner thigh up to your core.

Fuck it.

You pull his head back his hair, causing him to let out a whimper. "You're not fucking me."

"What—?"

You tug on his hair harder, making him whine. "You're eating me out." He eyes you with disobedience, "Do you seriously think you deserve think to feel good after what you did to me? You're lucky I'm even letting you near me."

The venom in your words is wounding, but he still doesn't think you're serious. "Y/n—"

You lean foward and tug his face to you. Making him let out the most pained sound you've ever from him. "One more fucking word Matt. One more word that isn't you saying yes, you're not even gonna get this. I'm gonna storm out of here, find your girlfriend and telling her what a fucking asshole you are." He gulps as you threaten him gravely, but the tent in his jeans gives off another emotion than scared.

"Th...that hurts." He whines. "What's it gonna be, Matt?"

"I'll...I'll eat you out." He mumbles. "Louder."

"I'll eat you out."

You finally let him go from the deathgrip you have on his hair. "Are you gonna be a good boy?" He nods eagerly. "Say it."

"I-I'll be a good boy for you... Mama."

"Good boy." The way his ears turn pink almost makes you feel bad for how mean you just were to him. Almost.

He wets his lips and leans in before licking at your clit, he eyes you. You tilt your head at him, knowing exactly what he wants. "Gotta do more than that if you want praise, baby."

He furrows his brows together. Matt slips his fingers inside you, making a scissor motion. You gasp at the stretch. You haven't been the most sexually active ever since you guys broke up.

"T...tell me I'm doing good, please?" He mutters against you, causing you to moan. You want to, but you'd rather see him needy and wanting.

You bite your lip and refuse to let out any moans as you watch the attention he's paying to your clit increase and feel his fingers reach deeper inside you. "Ma, pleasepleaseplease—" He mutters against you again, placing sloppy kisses down your pussy. "M being a good boy, isn't that what you wanted?"

You let out a loud gasp as he reaches that special inside you, "S-see— m making you feel good? Please?"

You can't take it anymore. Him thrusting into that spot repeatedly with his fingers causes you to fall flat against the bed. "Yeah— you're being a really good boy Matt— being ah— such a good boy for me—" You say, getting interrupted by moans. It only spurs him on more, making him latch onto your clit.

You practically scream. "Matt— matt— ohmy— Your back arches off the bed. "Please." He whines, taking a break from sucking your throbing nub. "Can you feel clenching down on my fingers."

"Wan' me to come for you—?" You choke out. "Please, Mama, been so good for you."

"Fuck—fuuuuck— baby, m coming!" You scream, coming all over his face. You whine as he spreads your legs wider to lap up your release.

You pant heavily as you come down from your high, squirming as you feel Matt still working in between your legs. "M..matt." You say weakly, he ignores you. Pussy drunk.

You pull him by his hair. He pouts, slowly pulling out his fingers. "Just wanna taste you." He says, hair sticking to his face from your release.

You smirk down at him. "Bet you're all hard from that, huh?" He nods slowly. "Tell you what," You sit up, "Make me come again, and I'll think about letting you fuck me."

The way he immediately tries to dive back into you makes you laugh. You have to throw your doggy something.

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizzzsstuff @sosasturns

[twelveyearsofit]

under pressure

word count: 3.8k

summary: You can’t seem to get away from the Marauders and their hopeless flirting. After turning them down continually, the four of you get paired up for a Potions project. With the help of a messy dorm room and a record player, you find out you may have more in common than you thought.

content: poly!marauders x slytherin!reader, just a bit of language, kind of enemies to lovers maybe?, a tiny mention of jegulus tehe, grumpy x sunshine trope, idk i think that’s it?? lmk if there’s anything else!

authors notes: here it finally is!! sooo sorry it took me so long to post this, life has been crazy recently! also i know that under pressure isn’t exactly time accurate for when they were at hogwarts but just go along with it ily! i’m probably gonna make this a series so if you have any ideas or suggestions please leave a comment or request! anyways pretty please lmk what you think!! enjoy lovies!

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Another day of trying to fend off the Marauders with a fucking stick. You weren’t known for being particularly warm to anyone, let alone to the three boys who terrorized your house-mates daily, even though you always seemed to escape their pranks untouched. Unfortunately, your cold demeanor never deterred them from trying to charm you. Each of them, in their own way, had attempted to catch your attention, only to find your wit and icy demeanor an insurmountable wall. Every attempt was more vexing than the last, and you were growing more perturbed by the sight of them every day. It did, however, brighten your day a little, in some sick way, seeing their faces when you turned them down.

James was the first to try. Armed with his trademark confidence and lopsided grin, he cornered you outside the Potions classroom one afternoon, leaning casually against the doorframe.

“Hey angel,” he greeted, running a hand through his perpetually messy hair. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“We have class together, Potter,” you replied flatly, brushing past him and into the classroom.

Unbothered, he followed you, sliding into the seat next to yours despite the scowl you shot his way. “You know, I’ve been thinking…”

“That sounds dangerous.”

He laughed, undeterred by the jab you threw at him. “You’re funny. I like that. So, how about this—you, me, Remus, Sirius, a butterbeer in Hogsmeade this weekend?”

You didn’t even look up from your parchment. “I’d rather spend the weekend brewing Bubotuber pus.”

“Come on,” he said, leaning closer. “You’ll be missing out on the best date of your life.”

You leaned away automatically before finally meeting his gaze, your expression blank. “And you’ll be missing out on your dignity if you don’t leave me alone.”

James blinked, momentarily stunned, before letting out a bark of laughter. “Alright, angel. I like a challenge.”

“Good,” you said, turning back to your work. “Because you’re not getting anything else.”

He nodded with brows raised, “I’m aware.”

You spent the rest of class dodging his looks and ignoring his sickeningly sweet comments, gathering your books and hurrying out as soon as class was over, successfully avoiding any more hopeless persuading from James.

Sirius Black was the next to suffer. He prided himself on his charm. He’d never met a girl he couldn’t win over—until you.

It started in the library, where you were seated alone at a table, engrossed in a particularly dense-looking book. Sirius slid into the seat across from you, his signature smirk firmly in place.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he drawled, propping his chin on his hand.

You rolled your eyes internally and didn’t look up. “Black.”

“Studying hard, I see. Not that you need to. I bet you’re brilliant at everything.”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere,” you said, turning a page.

He grinned. “I’ve got other tricks up my sleeve.”

“I doubt that.”

His smirk faltered for a split second, but he recovered quickly. “Alright, love. What would it take to get you to have dinner with me?”

“An entirely different personality,” you said, still not looking up. You knew that statement was mostly true, or maybe, deep down, you were trying to convince yourself more than him.

He let out an exaggerated gasp. “You wound me.”

“Not yet,” you muttered, scribbling something in the margins of your book.

Sirius leaned back in his chair, clearly torn between frustration and amusement. “You’re playing hard to get.”

“No,” you said, finally meeting his eyes with a deadpan expression. “Try impossible.”

For once, Sirius had no response. He dragged in a breath, knowing he was losing momentum the longer he stayed silent. He sided with giving the table a quick tap as he got up and reluctantly walked away, mentally kicking himself for being off his game.

Remus Lupin was the final victim. He was subtler in his approach. He wasn’t one for grand gestures or flashy lines; instead, he opted for quiet conversation and shared study sessions. You were virtually looking over your shoulder every five seconds, knowing he would be trying his hand with you at some point. You avoided all three boys as much as you could, turning heel and leaving if you saw them coming your way in the corridor or entering the room you were in. Of course, your luck ran out.

He found you in the greenhouse one afternoon, tending to a particularly finicky Venomous Tentacula.

“Need a hand?” he offered, stepping carefully around the plant, his hands in his pockets.

You glanced at him, brow raised. “Not from you,” You paused, taking in the calm air around him, and against your better judgement, spoke again. “What would you know about Venomous Tentaculas?”

“Not much, but enough to know not to touch it,” he said with a small smile.

Your lips twitched, but you didn’t smile back. “I’m fine, thanks.”

He leaned against the workbench, watching you carefully prune the plant. “You’re good at this.”

“Obviously.” You kept an eye on him out of your peripherals, apprehensive, surprised he wasn’t trying to get in a spare word wherever he can, like James and Sirius did.

He chuckled softly. “I was being polite.”

“Well, don’t,” you said, setting down your shears and brushing dirt off your hands, turning to face him. “It’s unnecessary.”

Remus hesitated, then said, “You know, you don’t have to be so guarded all the time.”

Your eyes narrowed. “And you don’t have to waste your time trying to psychoanalyze me.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Yes, you were,” you scoffed, cutting him off. “And for the record, I don’t need your pity or your approval. So, if you’re done, I have actual work to do.”

Remus sighed, pushing off the workbench. “Alright, dove. I’ll leave you to it.”

And there’s another dreaded pet name. “Good idea.”

As he walked away, he glanced back over his shoulder. You were already focused on the plant again, seeming as if he hadn’t been there at all. When you heard the door shut behind Remus as he left, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. He was the most tolerable out of the three, giving you space when you asked for it, leaving when you wanted. He was calmer than the others, a quality you appreciated. You shake the thought out of your head and pick up the shears once more.

The boys reconvened in the Gryffindor common room that evening, nursing their bruised egos.

“She’s impossible,” James declared, flopping onto the couch.

“Completely heartless,” Sirius agreed, though his tone was more impressed than frustrated.

“I told you,” Remus said calmly, sipping his tea. “She’s not interested.”

James sat up, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Or maybe… she just doesn’t know us well enough yet.”

Sirius grinned. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Remus sighed. “This can’t possibly end well.”

But he didn’t stop them from planning their next move.

Within two weeks, their plan was in motion. The three boys were so dedicated that they spared time out of their precious weekend and stayed after Potions one day, ambushing Slughorn. Somehow, pretty easily in fact, they managed to convince him to make the four of you partners for the new project. Sirius put it under the guise of needing your “brilliant brain and knowledge” because he and James were “trying to be better students”. As if.

The next week, Slughorn announced the groups for the project. You sighed and narrowed your eyes at the three boys, knowing that somehow, this was their doing. If it was one thing, they were persistent. If only they put that effort into their schoolwork.You hoped you could just get this over with as soon as possible, you would even do all the work yourself to avoid being stuck in a room with them. You hurried out of class that day, annoyed. You shoved through the boys as they had tried to make their way to you as soon as you were dismissed.

You sat at your usual spot in the library, a fortress of books surrounding you, quill scratching furiously across parchment, trying to possibly finish the project without having any contact with the three menaces seated across the library. You could hear them whispering just a few tables away, their presence proving to be an irritating hum in the back of your mind. Sirius laughed, low and rich, and you refused to look up.

“Hey, angel,” James called, sliding into the seat across from you. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and instead flipped the page of your textbook. “Since we’re all partners for the Potions project, we thought we’d… collaborate.”

“I don’t recall asking for collaboration,” you replied dryly, not sparing him a glance.

“That’s the thing about group projects,” Sirius chimed in, plopping into the chair beside you, a roguish grin plastered on his face. “It doesn’t require your approval.”

You raised a brow, scooting your chair away from him slightly. “I didn’t realize Gryffindors believed in forcing unwilling participants into things. Aren’t you supposed to be noble or something?”

Remus, the most tolerable of the trio, slid into the seat on your other side, carrying a stack of books. “You’re right, dove,” he said smoothly, voice calm and measured. “But unfortunately for you, Slughorn paired us up.”

Your jaw clenched. Sluggy and his infuriating belief in “Inter-House unity.”

“Fine,” you said sharply. “But don’t expect me to do all the work while you three mess around.” In truth, you were happy to do all the work if it meant you could escape this conversation.

“We wouldn’t dream of it,” James said, eyes sparkling behind his glasses.

The next evening, you found yourself in the Gryffindor dormitory, an unfamiliar space that smelled of old parchment, broom polish, faintly of Sirius’ cologne, and something you can only describe as teenage boys. You had practically begged to meet anywhere else, their dormitory being the last place you wanted to end up. Coincidentally, every option you came up with seemed to be taken. Your dorm-mates were using your dorm for their own projects, and were firm on their stance of “no boys, especially not those ones.” The library had a suspiciously timed incident of smoke bombs exploding, and all the students had to vacate until it was aired out. It had Marauders written all over it. Your house-mates would rather die than have three Gryffindors in their common room, so you didn’t even suggest it. As a last resort, you tried to coax them into working in their common room, but, once again, the answer was no. The rest of their in-house friend group decided to work right in front of the fireplace. The girl who introduced herself as Marlene definitely had a glint in her eyes, as if she was in on it. You just couldn’t win.

Reluctantly, you followed them up the stairs to work in their dorm. The room was, oddly enough, exactly what you expected. The space that was tidy with stacks of books on the floor next to the bed had to belong to Remus. Fitting. James’ and Sirius’ beds seemed to blend together, the only telling factors being the Quidditch posters by James’ bed and the record player and band posters by Sirius’. Also fitting. You knew most of the bands on Sirius’ posters. Surprised, you shook your head slightly. You couldn’t have anything in common with these boys, could you? The fourth bed, which you learned belonged to Peter, one of the boys in the group holed up in the common room, was a mix of tidy and messy, with a half-played game of chess sitting on the blanket.

There were clothes strewn on the floor between James’ and Sirius’ beds, both of the boys scrambling to pick them up and throw them out of sight as you walked in. They looked at you like they hoped you hadn’t seen it. You had. Remus scoffed a chuckle, which you somewhat appreciated, but didn’t let it show.

Now here you were, perched awkwardly on the edge of Remus’ bed, the cleanest place in the room, with your arms crossed, as the boys arranged their notes across the floor. The Gryffindor dormitory felt strangely foreign to you, with its warm tones and cozy chaos. It was nothing like the pristine coldness of the Slytherin common room, where everything was sharp edges and muted colors. Here, the atmosphere was alive, buzzing with an energy you couldn’t entirely place—and didn’t trust.

“So,” Sirius began, lounging on a pillow in his usual carefree manner, “any brilliant ideas, gorgeous?”

“I have several,” you replied, not acknowledging the irksome pet name, “but I doubt you’d appreciate the brilliance.”

James smirked. “Why so cold, angel? We’re charming, aren’t we?”

You snorted. “You’re persistent. That’s not the same thing.”

Sirius grinned, leaning forward. “I bet we’ll grow on you.”

You ignored him, focusing instead on the pile of notes on the bed in front of you. That was, until Sirius got up and began rifling through a stack of records near his bed. You rolled your eyes.

This was supposed to be about the project.

At least, that’s what you told yourself when you agreed to meet them here instead of putting your foot down and insisting on the library or another neutral space, or perhaps even working together on another day entirely. But you weren't naive—you knew better. The Marauders had been relentless in their attempts to worm their way into your life, and you had been equally relentless in shutting them down.

“You know,” James said, glancing up from his notes with an infuriating grin, “it’s not every day we let a Slytherin into our sacred quarters.”

Sirius spoke over his shoulder as he searched through the records. “Even Regulus hasn’t seen it.” You glance at Remus as he tries to catch your attention.

He mouthed, “His brother.” to you. You roll your eyes and mouth back, “I know that. House-mates, remember?”

James responded to Sirius aloud, “...Right, yeah.” You narrowed your eyes slightly, knowing his response was suspicious, but not pushing further. None of your business.

“Oh, I’m honored,” you replied to James’ initial comment, deadpanned.

Remus shot James a look. “Don’t mind him. He’s been insufferable since he got that Outstanding in Charms.”

“Not insufferable,” James protested, recovering and tossing a quill at Remus. “Confident.”

“Arrogant.” You corrected without missing a beat.

James clutched his chest as if you’d wounded him. “You wound me, love.”

“No,” you said, inspecting your nails. “But I’m considering it.”

From the corner of the room, Sirius laughed, his voice rich and warm. “I like her. She’s got bite.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Black?,” you muttered, side-eyeing him as he turned around with a record in hand. You immediately kicked yourself mentally for saying something that could be misconstrued as flirting.

Sirius’ eyes lit up. “In fact I would, doll. You offering?” Sirius said, flashing you a grin. You rolled your eyes, your silence being response enough. He took the record out of its sleeve.

“What are you doing?” you asked, brow furrowing.

“Setting the mood,” he said with a wink, sliding the record onto the turntable. Moments later, the opening notes of a familiar song filled the room. The unmistakable opening notes of Under Pressure by Queen and David Bowie graced your ears.

Your quill paused mid-sentence.

You didn’t mean to react, but the music stirred something in you—an instinctive recognition, a fondness you couldn’t quite mask. Maybe you could have something in common with them after all. Your lips twitched, just barely, and though you fought to remain impassive, your lips began to move slightly to mouth the words of the song. Anyone looking would probably just assume you were just talking to yourself to figure out your assignment. Unfortunately, you had no such luck.

Remus was watching you from his place on the floor, leaning against Sirius’ bed. A small smirk formed on his face as you continued reading a Potions book, still mouthing the words to the song. He scoffed a small chuckle and shook his head, not having expected you, of all people, to listen to Queen or Bowie.

The small noise caught Sirius’ attention and his eyes flicked to Remus. He followed his gaze to you, and he caught it immediately. His dark eyes lit up like fireworks. “Wait a minute.”

You looked at him sharply. “What?”

“You like Queen,” he said, his voice brimming with something close to awe.

“It’s just a song,” you replied, tone clipped, feigning indifference, but the words didn’t carry much weight.

James and Remus exchanged a glance, both clearly intrigued.

“Oh, no, no, no,” Sirius said, practically bounding over to you, his excitement spilling over. “This isn’t ‘just a song.’ This is Queen. This is brilliance. This is art. And you, my darling—” he pointed at you dramatically, “—you know it.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, Sirius flopped onto the bed beside you, far too close for comfort. Remus chided him for messing up his blanket, a scold he hadn’t extended to you when you sat down. You leaned away from Sirius slightly, but made no effort to actually move.

“Admit it,” he said, leaning in with a conspiratorial grin. “You’ve got good taste.”

Your lips twitched again, and this time you couldn’t quite stop the ghost of a smile from appearing. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re avoiding the question,” he shot back, his grin widening.

“It’s just a song,” you said stiffly, though your body language had betrayed you.

“No, no, this is monumental,” Sirius declared, rolling dramatically onto his side and throwing his arms in the air. “I knew you had taste!”

Remus took this as an opportunity to chime in. “Queen’s one of his favorite bands.”

“They’re the best band,” Sirius corrected. “And now I know you have some semblance of a soul.”

You rolled your eyes, but didn’t pull away when Sirius leaned closer, his energy almost contagious. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Black,” you said, but your lips twitched upward ever so slightly.

James, not one to miss an opportunity, tossed you another question. “Alright, love. What’s your favorite Queen song?”

You gave him a deadpan look. “I’m not playing your little games, Potter.”

“Fine.” he looked away for a moment, before turning back with a hopeful smile. “Queen or Bowie?”

Remus, ever the observant one, chimed in gently after a moment. “It’s alright, you know. You can like Queen and still pretend you don’t tolerate us.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t deny it. The music played on, filling the room with its familiar rhythm, and for the first time that evening, for the first time with them, you felt yourself softening—just a fraction.

You hesitated, eyes flickering to Sirius, whose expression was a mix of hope and anticipation. He was grinning like he’d just won the Quidditch Cup. You scoff in resignation. “...Both. But I’m partial to Queen.”

Sirius let out a triumphant laugh, throwing his arms into the air. “I fucking knew it! She’s got taste!”

“Congratulations,” you said dryly. “You’ve discovered that I enjoy good music. What a revelation.”

“It is,” Sirius insisted, still grinning. “You’ve officially earned a pass in my book.”

You raised an eyebrow. “A pass for what?”

“For being tolerable,” he said jokingly, as if it were obvious.

“Oh, how generous of you.”

Remus chuckled softly. “You’ll have to forgive him, dove. He doesn’t know how to behave like a normal person.”

“I can see that.” You snickered dryly, appreciating the semblance of alliance you seemed to have formed with Remus.

Sirius leaned back on his elbows, watching you with an expression that was almost smug. “See, gorgeous? You’ve got more in common with us than you think.”

“Now I wouldn’t go that far,” you shot back, though the edge in your voice was noticeably duller. Sirius looked back at you deadpanned, but that smirk seemed to be glued to his face.

“Fine,” you muttered. “I like Queen. Happy?”

“Ecstatic,” Sirius said, beaming.

For the first time, you didn’t feel entirely out of place with them.

James, sensing the shift, tossed you a chocolate frog from his nightstand. “You’ve somehow found common ground with Sirius. That means you’re officially one of us now.”

You caught it, unwrapping it slowly. You raised your brows at him. “One of you? A kind offer, but no.”

Sirius threw an arm around your shoulders, grinning like a madman. The contact was uncomfortable, but you made no effort to pull away completely. Remus chimed in this time. “Sirius is the most judgemental out of all of us. You get in with him? You passed.” He shrugged at you as if his statement was absolute.

James leaned forward with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You know, angel, we might just have to keep you around.”

You scoffed. “Please don’t.”

“Too late,” Sirius said, his grin practically splitting his face. “You’re one of us now, whether you like it or not.” He leaned towards you and placed a dramatic kiss on your cheek. This time, you leaned away, furrowing your brows at him, wiping your face with your hand.

“Watch yourself, Black. You want to keep those lips? Keep them off me.” You shot at him.

Sirius gave you the infuriatingly enticing smirk that seems to be consistently plastered to his face. “Whatever you say, doll. But soon enough, you’ll be begging for our lips on you,” He shot a wink at you.

You rolled your eyes in response, popping the chocolate frog into your mouth. You glance at the other two boys, who seem to agree with Sirius. “In your dreams, Black.”

Sirius got up from the bed, scurrying to his corner, “Oh, believe me, we see you plenty in our dreams, gorgeous.”

For the first time, you don’t have a response.

Before you could wallow in the feeling of being speechless, Sirius came back with a thick stack of records and tossed them down on the bed next to you, earning him another scold from Remus about getting floor germs on his bed. You chuckle and share a look with him, shaking your head at Sirius’ antics. Sirius began to shuffle through his albums, questioning you about every band he knew of, as he tried to find another similarity between you. James chimed in every so often, commenting on one of the few bands or songs he knew of, only to get brushed off by Sirius as he was awaiting your input. Remus looked on from the floor, periodically trying to continue to work on the project. After a while, all of your schoolwork layed forgotten on the floor. As the music played on and the boys pulled you into their banter, you found yourself relaxing—just a little. Maybe they weren’t as insufferable as you thought.

Not that you’d ever admit it.

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[rafescorpsebride]

You’re everything

Eddie Munson x fem reader

Eddie sees you struggling. And as your boyfriend, he knows exactly how to help. Uploaded from my old account.

CW: Mild self harm, talks of depression, anger outburst, reader has borderline personality disorder and dialogue is based on my own experience.

Eddie pushed open the apartment door, with his hip, a few grocery bags lined down his arm because he refused to make two trips. “Hey, sweetheart, I’m back!” He shut the door with his foot, did a quick unfocused glance around the living room.

“Fuck, the store was packed! I think you would have stayed in the car, baby.” He set down the bags and started putting away the cold items. Eddie yawned afterwards, closing the refrigerator and stretched. His black, stolen back sweatshirt rising above his stomach.

It dawned on him that you haven’t responded at all. “Baby?” He called again. No answer. He frowned and approached the bedroom door and he gasped when he saw the scene.

The bed was torn apart. Blankets thrown off and the pillows dented. Eddie went to take a step before he looked on the ground. Stim toys were all over the floor. Stuffed animals and even clothes. A few shirts were ripped. He didn’t see you. “Princess, what’s going-“

A hole was in the wall next to the closet. A small one but it went deep in the plaster. Eddie moved quickly. Surveying the damage, he saw a bloody imprint. Knuckles. Eddie sighed. You were having an episode. He should have known. You didn’t answer his texts. You hated phone calls. This wasn’t the first time this happened. Eddie on a number of times had to sit by your side during dark hours.

But he loved you. You were beautiful. His everything. It wasn’t one sided. If anything, you have too much to him. You were always supporting him. Even when he was unbearable. You stood by him. He would do whatever you needed. He needed you. He wanted you. Eddie knew immediately where you were then.

He gently opened the closet door and he saw you. You were wearing a large t shirt, it went past your thighs and loose plaid pajama pants.

Over ear headphones word, your phone face down on the floor and you were stimming. Rocking back and forth. You were panting, your face flushed and he could see your eyes squeezed shut. Eddie saw your right hand. Your knuckles were bloody and bruised.

He didn’t want to startle you so Eddie opened the door further, enough for you to hear it over music.

Eddie’s heart ached when you turned to look at him. Your eyes were blood shot. Your lips bleeding from what he knew, you bit them or picking at them. Your nails had blood underneath them from biting the nail. You were a wreck. But you were his special girl.

“Hey…” He said, swallowing. “Baby, I-what happened?”

You tried to stand but ended up sprawled on the ground. He went to help you but you jerked away, pulling yourself up.

“I’m so fucking mad right now.” You were almost yelling. But you sounded out of breath. “I-I took my meds but I’m still like this. My heart hurts, I just feel like I want to crawl out of my skin. Everything is too loud!” You weren’t crying but you were growing hysterical. You started pacing.

“Why am I like this? Why can’t I just be normal? Why do I get so upset over the smallest things?” Eddie was standing close but he didn’t reach yet. You were tugging at your shirt. He knew you were getting hot.

“I can’t deal with this. I can’t feel this way! Im so sick of feeling like I’m useless because I can’t even talk on the phone to my boyfriend because I hate how it makes me feel! You shouldn’t have to deal with me.”

“Sweetheart, will you just come here for a second?” Eddie tried to prompt.

“No!” You stopped moving and placed your hands on your chest. “Eddie. I don’t want you to see me like this. Again. Maybe you should leave. I don’t want to keep freaking you out.”

Eddie moved then. And he gently grasped your elbows and looked down. Eye contact was difficult for you and he never wanted to force it. But he titled your chin, happy if you just looked at his forehead. “Princess. I’m not leaving you. I would never.” He leaned forward, rubbing his nose against yours. “I’m just happy you didn’t break your hand.” He pulled away, glad you weren’t moving away. “You’re burning up. Let’s get to the couch, it’s too warm in here.”

Eddie wrapped his arm around your waist, helping you walk around the mess and he sat you down on the couch. “I’ll be right back, babe.” You grabbed his hand. “I promise.” He smiled at you. You slowly let go.

He tried not to show his panic as he looked for the first aid kit. Eddie came back to the living room, kneeling in front of you. “Let me see that hand.” He asked, pulling it towards him. It was shaking. He was careful, dabbing it with saline and you winced. “I’m sorry, baby.” Eddie went through the motions, remembering how to wrap an injured hand from his own share of punching walls.

After the bandage was around your hand, he pressed a kiss on top. He maneuvered his way up and sat beside you. Eddie held your leg that was bouncing. “Babe…I know for a while things have been really hard for you. And seeing all that today, I see you’re in a lot of pain. And I just want to help you. I love you so much. You know that right?” You covered your face with your hands.

“Eddie, you shouldn’t. I feel like I don’t have enough good days. I’m so tired of always telling you how bad my day was, or that I want to have a meltdown about fucking textures or sounds. I just wish I could be normal for you.” Eddie shook his head, taking your hands down.

“Hey. Hey. I would never trade you for anything. I would never want anyone other than you. The only thing I wish I could change, is how you feel about yourself. Baby, you are so much more than what you struggle with. You’re kind, funny, like so funny I almost snort and I can’t even breathe. You understand me, you are so caring and you let me be annoying when I smoke too much weed. I could go on for days.” You lifted your head. And looked at him. And held eye contact.

“You’re more than bad days, baby. I love you so much. And I know you were listening to our song, right? The one I told you to play when things get bad?” You nodded. Smiling a little. Eddie feigned shock.

“Is that-is that a smile? That’s my girl.” It widened and he grinned, cupping your cheeks.

“Come on. Sing one line with me. And then, I’m gonna go pick up the bedroom. I’m going to make you something to eat and then we’re going to watch your favorite movies.”

“Do I have to sing?” You complained.

“Sorry, baby. Those are the rules.” Eddie winked, still holding tight to your face.

“And I don’t want the world to see me, cuz I don’t think that they’d understand.” Eddie leaned in, pressing his lips softly to yours. Gently because of the picked apart flesh.

“I’m proud of you, sweetheart.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and squeezed tightly. Eddie followed suit and hugged you around the waist.

“I love you so much, Eddie.”

Eddie breathed you in. It wouldn’t fix what you felt. But you wouldn’t have to battle anything alone.

@hauntedfawnn @eerielamb @lesservillain @xxladymjxx @marchsfreakshow @taintandviolent @rafesheaven @songbirdmunson @loserboysandlithium @stillwjk-channie-lixie @oceanblvd111

[naomihatake]

I love you just as much as I hate you

⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ pairing: caleb x fem reader / love and deepspace

⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ tags: angst, hurt (with too little comfort), slight smut at the end, are they enemies or are they lovers? (I don't know)

⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ summary: She took revenge on his behalf; however, that doesn't mean she hates him any less.

⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ content warnings: it contains spoilers (even in the author's note), tension, toxic relationship, manipulation, descriptions of torture and violence, they match each other's freak

⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ word count: 2.4k

⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ theme song: "See You Bleed" by Ramsey

⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ A/N: I don't know how I ended up writing for Caleb out of pure spite and the burning need to get this toxic idea out of my head. Imagine that this isn't the first time they kiss or have sex. At the end, I'll explain a few details that mean a lot to me because they were intentional. Their relationship is toxic and if there's softness portrayed, that's just a glimpse of their complex feelings. I wanted her to mirror his behavior, and no, she doesn't have a chip. I fully believe she has the potential to turn twisted because of the events she went through. What she does isn't moral and I give zero fucks — I like it only when they're both twisted for each other. If you've watched the main story and Caleb's myth, the fact that she killed several people will make more sense to you. If you didn't read them, however, there are only small hints as to why she's done it.

There was a faint scent of something in the apartment. Familiar and metallic, it had Caleb scrunch his nose as he frowned deeply. 

Then, his eyes widened in pure horror and he sucked in a quick breath. Boots and uniform still on, he rushed to her room, fingers gripping at the knob as he pushed the door open in a hurry. The door hit the wall, getting the attention of the young woman who just took off her shirt, exposing her back and the straps of her bra. 

The pristine, white shirt was stained in red, in blood. Curtains drawn open, the moonlight fell in eerie waves over her figure, accentuating the soft lines of her body. Soft, except for the unusually sharp gaze she shot Caleb. Dangerous, murderous even. A pair of dark eyes, cold and unforgiving. Splatters of blood on her face — on her beautiful face, on the mesmerizing face of his very obsession. 

“Is there an issue?” she arched her eyebrow at him. 

He doesn't even remember a time when she acted like this with him. So unforgiving, just like her gaze, her tone sent a shiver down his spine. It was unsettling. 

“What's with the blood, pip-squeak?” he almost growled. “What happened? Who did this?” 

Coming closer, boots hitting harshly against the floor, he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw a cruel smile curl her lips up. 

“You're so stupid sometimes,” she shook her head, chastising him in a soft tone. 

She threw the bloodstained shirt on the chair at the desk and turned to him. 

His gentle fingers gripped at her shoulders firmly — what a contrast — as he raked his gaze over her body. Dry blood, but no wounds and no bruises except for some old ones. A greenish bruise on her ribs, a fading scar from her side running down under her jeans. After spending so much time training and fighting, he recognized each and every kind of injury and none of the ones on her body was new. 

“Enlighten me, then,” but his tone turned to a whisper as he realized she wasn't, in fact, hurt. 

It was someone else's, then. 

“You're an idiot for thinking of me as naive, gege.”

Oh, the light and almost scary chuckle that left her lips, the way she looked at him with some kind of pity, like he had been wrong about her this entire time. As if the view he had of her was wrong, so inaccurate. 

And she was glad. More than that, even. She was delighted to watch the confused and worried look on his face, to watch her gege recognize nothing of the woman he once knew. 

It's because of you. You did this to me. You ruined me, you turned me like this. 

And I kind of like it. 

The young hunter stepped closer to him, pressing her own hands on his shoulders as she made him step back in sync with her. Until his legs hit the bed and she pushed him harder. He relented and the mattress dipped under his weight. 

She harshly gripped at his jaw with one of her hands, thumb and pointer finger pressing against his face with force. Pulling, she tilted his head towards her. 

Caleb could only see the crazy look on her face as she leaned over, covering his view with the strands of hair falling in a curtain around their faces. He curled his own hand on her wrist, applying the same amount of pressure. Just to test her resolve, to see if he could put a stop to her tantrum. 

“I hate you,” she murmured. 

Crazy eyes locked on each other, harsh grips of their fingers on each other's bodies. Her blunt nails dug into his face and he was left breathless. 

Did it arouse him or did it scare him? Did it worry him? 

A mixture of feelings swirled in his purple eyes, intense as they clouded his judgment. Those words shot like an arrow through his already broken heart and some shards scattered around at their feet. But none of the sharp shards seem to touch her, because she didn't move an inch. 

His hurt gaze didn't move her. 

“But you can't hate me with every fiber of your being,” he whispered softly, like a snake promising her eternal knowledge with a beautiful, red apple caught in his fangs. “Right?” 

“That's one thing you're right about,” she hummed lowly, counting his promises and words, the pros and cons. 

At the end of the day, she was not an ordinary civilian anymore, hasn't been for years. She hadn't become a hunter just to be underestimated, she hadn't become a weapon for others to treat her like a soft little thing. A hunter who's seen blood and death, who had almost died, who had cut her own body while trying to save another's. It all had led to the person she was at that very moment. 

But they all made that mistake lately — of acting like a human couldn't do horrifying things out of rage, out of hatred. Everyone thought there was sanity left within her, but she knew they weren't right, not anymore at least. 

They thought of her as weak, as frail and fragile. The only fragile thing within her was her sanity, and Caleb pulled at the last string in the past days. 

“Because I hate them more, Caleb. And their biggest mistake was choosing you as their lab rat. They thought they did something, he believed he had finally found the perfect person to put to test. But they were so, so wrong, gege.” Such a sweet voice, such a soft and mellow tone, dipped in secrets and crimes. 

She ran her thumb over his jaw, leaning in closer, so close their noses almost touched. 

Tilting her head, she whispered softly at his ear, like a little devil wrapped up in silk. 

“Because they all screamed when I ripped off their limbs. Because they all begged when I cut their fingers, one by one.” 

He gulped, eyes widening slightly at the information. The actions in itself didn't sound scary, no, but the fact that she was the one doing it all, the fact that she was most probably not lying. The scent of blood filled his lungs in a disgusting manner, despite how many times he's felt it. 

“Someone told me at some point,” she started off as a sweet, loving story of a long time ago, “that the best revenge was to keep someone alive, because one can only feel pain when they're alive. And I followed that advice. I kept them alive for as long as I could and they were in pain the entire time. I woke them up every single time and I ruined their bodies, until they died of pain.” 

He felt hot underneath those clothes, like fire was licking at his spine, at every inch of his skin and flesh. 

However, no matter how insane and almost good it felt to hear those words, Caleb didn't believe it. Not fully, no, because she wouldn't do that, she was not the type to—

“Do you want to see their fingers arranged like beads on a necklace? You look at me like you don't believe a thing I've said.”

The next thing that slipped from her mouth was a sweet laughter, filled with joy and amusement. 

“I can't fucking believe you either, gege,” she spoke through chuckled, eyes sparkling. “I can't believe you're so dumb when it comes to me. I can't believe you refuse to see what's in front of your eyes.” 

Just like that, she put one knee on the bed, next to his thigh. Doing the same with her other knee, she straddled him as she caressed his cheeks with the back of her fingers. So gentle, contrasting with her gaze, with her words and behavior. His gloved hands curled into her bare waist, settling on her body. Somewhere in a corner of his mind, he thought he felt her warmth seep through the leather material. 

Leaning in, she pressed her nose against his cheek. All he had to do for her body to soften just slightly was to wrap an arm around her waist. 

“Only I can hurt you, Caleb. I deserve to do that. You've put me through so much pain and yet—” she scoffed darkly. “They dared to touch you. They had it coming. This entire time, they should've known. Their idiocy was their own decision.”

Breathless, wordless, and so confused. That's how he felt at that moment. 

“I told you not to stick your nose into it.” Of course. Her ever-loving, overprotective, gege. 

“Do not order me around,” her fingers slipped to his neck, pressing lightly. “I am not your subordinate. You are not my Colonel. They are the dogs following you around, not me.”

“You've never been a dog—”

“Oh, you are wrong,” and she let out a nervous laugh, gulping. 

Intense feelings crawled up her throat, cutting her breath as they clouded her mind. Wrath bubbled to the surface once again. 

“I was a dog, Caleb. I was a dog every single time I weeped at your grave, I was a dog every single time I thought of you while I thought you were gone for good.”

She pressed her fingers against his neck a little tighter, a little more. 

“I was a dog when I felt my world crumble every time I looked at our photos together. But not anymore.”

The grip on his neck loosened up and she took in quick breaths, eyes a little hazy as the adrenaline washed over her. 

Still, he dared to regard her with that loving and worried look in his eyes. 

“But you don't hate me.” A plea. “Right?” So pitiful. 

“I do,” she shook her head softly. 

Softening in his hold once again, she looped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her face into his neck. The dry blood on her cheeks was uncomfortable against his skin, but she didn't move just yet, especially when he wrapped his other arm around her, pressing her closer to him. 

“But if I tell you that I also care about you, it'll get to your head. You'll ignore the other side of the coin like the idiot man that you are. I love you just as much as I hate you, and my hatred is nothing kind of shallow.” 

Behind her back, he peeled off his gloves and placed his bare hands on her body. With something akin to a whimper, she melted further into his body. Lava licked at her chest, falling like hot droplets into her stomach. 

Caleb whispered her name, but she refused to hear him out any further. With a press of her palm over his lips, she regarded him with her dark gaze. 

“You'll dig yourself a deeper grave if you continue talking. So be a good boy for once, darling.”

He parted his lips against her palm and nibbled at the skin, gaze mirroring hers. With a gulp, he pulled her hand down and pressed their mouths together. Heavy breaths and heated kisses, his warm hands and her cold touch. Languid and hot, deep and hungry for each other. 

A groan escaped him when she bit at his lower lip hard enough to draw blood and she licked at it, pulling him further into that burning ocean of passion. Her kisses didn't soothe the pain in his lip as it only worsened, but he's already grown addicted to the drug that stole her name. 

“Say my name again, Caleb,” she ordered him in a soft tone, pressing her thumb against his pulse. 

The beats of his heart right under her fingertip. And like the idiot that he was, instead of moving away, he let his head fall back and exposed more of his neck to her. 

“I could kill you right now,” a breathless whisper left her lips. 

“But you won't.” Such a defiant man he was. Putting so much trust in her hands it was hard not to give in, not to give him exactly what he wanted. 

She intended to take just as much. To take his kisses, his conscience and his sanity, to occupy his every thought and steal his freedom. Just like he had stolen her soul when he left, when he supposedly died. 

Hips pressed together and clothes thrown onto the floor. Bodies glistening with sweat and wanton moans. Soft curves and harsh bites on their skin. They gripped onto each other and took. 

Drinking up her pleasure, he lifted his hips and she threw her head back. Caleb took the opportunity to leave hickeys on her neck and chest as he pressed her down on him, drawing more sounds from her lips. A sweet melody dipped in sin, a few hushed whispers of ‘I need you’ and ‘you feel so good’.  But she never said anything, simply listening to the endearing pet names, the way he desperately tried to get a word out of her. It was with no avail. 

They took and took from each other until there was nothing left. Until she fell limp on top of him and curled her fingers beneath his shoulders, gripping onto his body. In utter silence, they both looked at the night sky outside the window. 

His fingers curled tighter into her as he pressed her body against his, chests glued together. Caleb found himself in a strange position; almost vulnerable. She gave no signs of love and something within him broke. From the high he's been through a minute ago, he felt himself spiraling into the abyss. 

“This is how my pain felt like,” she whispered softly as she drew circles on his bare shoulder. As if she knew what he was thinking, like she willingly chose not to call his name when their highs reached their peak. 

He couldn't find it within himself to argue. He accepted the pain just like a dog, until she decided it was enough. 

With a lift of her head, she cupped his face in her palms and kissed his forehead. A tender gesture that he gripped onto with his teeth, closing his glossy eyes.

Caleb knew what she was doing and he let her. Just like she's known how she was manipulated and had let him do it. 

rant warning! so. why is he vulnerable at the end? she did just use sex as a way to make him feel bad; that thing where you feel emotionally exposed after orgasms is a thing and I wanted to show that. she uses it, but in the end, she relents - she still cares about him.

they're both very self aware individuals and know what the other is doing, but they just let it happen. when they're stubborn, they're stubborn at the same time. she gives him a taste of his own medicine.

if you wonder who exactly is the man she killed; well, it's Professor Lucius. just because that man is dead, doesn't mean there's a happy ending.

also, I called him a 'dog' at the end because I used the same word in her speech when she talked about how she felt - it was intentional. I showed more of her twisted behavior (instead of adding his own crazy shit) because that was the detail I wanted to portray in this oneshot.

I hate a lot of thoughts about him, ngl. anyways, I'd appreciate opinions and criticism. have a great day! <333

[darkwitchoferie]

Train Ride - Chapter 9, Cock warming and After tour

A/N: I am a firm lover of whiney-during-sex Felix, so you’re just gonna have to deal with that. The last chapter might take a little longer to come out than the last couple have. There’s a new idea burning in my brain (a solo Chan fic) and I’m trying to focus on the last chapter of this one but that new idea just keeps distracting me.

Side note – is cock warming 1 word or 2? Because I’ve seen both, within the same article/post/etc. and have no idea which is right. Or is it a both are right situation?

Cw/tw: oral (m & f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, consensual somnophilia (it’s previously discussed ‘off screen’), cock warming, gangbang (but like, really sweet), multiple partner sex, genital piercings (nipples and vch), 2 text screen shots (1 with a blurred nude photo)

Wc: 4.6k

Chapter One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

~~ Cock warming Felix ~~

“Hey Lixie baby. What’re you doing?”

“About to start a League match. Do you need me?”

“Mm,” you shrugged. “You play, I’ll be fine.” You grabbed a pillow off his bed and situated yourself under his desk. Then you rested your head on his thigh. He looked down and smiled at you, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. Once he got involved in his game, you focused on your actual goal. Keeping your head still on his thigh, you reached up and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. You glanced up at his face as you carefully peeled his jeans open, reached in and pulled his cock out.

“Angel, what’re you doing?”

“Don’t mind me. Pay attention to your game, baby.”

You stroked his cock a couple times. “How am I supposed to pay attention when you’re doing that?”

“You focus on your game, and I won’t stop, how’s that?”

“Huh?” You lifted your head up, leaning up and wrapping your lips around his semi-hard cock. “Oh god.” For just a second his hand came down off the keyboard to the back of your head. “You’re seriously gonna blow me while I’m gaming?”

“Nope. Just this,” you pulled off long enough to say then resumed your position, with his entire cock in your mouth. To your delight, you sat there and felt his cock harden in your mouth. It wasn’t often you got to feel that as usually your boyfriends were already hard when you got your mouth on them.

“Angel,” he whined. You hummed, but otherwise did nothing. Above you, you heard the League match start and settled in to wait, Felix’s cock heavy on your tongue. “Focus on the game, focus on the game and she won’t stop,” you heard him mutter to himself. You chuckled to yourself as he repeated your words.

For a moment, he was able to focus on the beginning of the match. Then you heard him whimper and his hips kicked up a little. You pressed a hand to one of his hips to hold him still. After a moment, you moved your hand. And yeah, maybe it was teasing to scratch your nails down his exposed thigh, but the moan that produced was worth it.

You never did last long cock warming Felix. He always whimpered and begged so prettily that you always gave in. But this time you were determined to not let him have his way right away. Maybe a whole League match, which would last about 30 minutes, was a little long, but you decided it would be worth it.

He lasted for a couple more minutes.

“But angel,” he whined. “Your mouth is so warm and wet. Pretty please?”

You pulled off him long enough to say, “You finish out this match and I’ll let you fuck my throat, then I’ll ride you in your gaming chair. Deal?” Without waiting for a response, you sank your mouth back over his cock.

“Angel, that’s so unfair! Now I’ve got those images in my head too.” He wiggled in his seat, like a child being told ‘no’. That made him moan with the way his cock brushed against your tongue. This time you took both hands and stilled his hips, then pinched the skin of his belly as a warning.

You closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of his cock on your tongue. And the broken whimpers of your boyfriend. You lowered your hands down to your sides again, your arms getting tired quickly from being held up on his hips.

“Please?” he begged. “I promise I’ll eat you out for at least two hours. Just lemme,” his hips kicked up again, cutting off his sentence with a moan. Though your cunt clenched at the picture of him eating you out for that long, you didn’t give in.

Watching the way his abs fluttered, part of you wondered if it was possible for him to cum without you doing anything more. You couldn’t decide if you wanted him to or not.

Though he continued to beg and whimper, you held out for the whole match. As soon as it was done, his hand was off the keyboard and buried in your hair.

“Angel,” he sighed out, finally allowed to thrust into your waiting mouth. He stood up, backing the gaming chair back enough to give him the room to properly fuck your mouth. You stayed sitting, gazing up at him and letting him use you the way he wanted to. “God, look at you. You always look so good with a cock in you, angel.”

Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t long before his cock was twitching in your mouth and his cum spilled down your throat. He held you down on him for a moment longer, waiting for the aftershocks of his orgasm to pass. When he let go of your hair, you stood up and gently pushed him back onto his gaming chair before quickly stripping yourself.

Before settling in his lap, you scooted the chair closer to his computer desk, close enough that you could lean back and use it as leverage if you needed to. In one smooth movement, you sank down onto his cock, moaning as you felt him stretch you open. He gripped your hips, echoing your moan, as his head fell back onto the back of the chair. You held still for a moment, relishing in the stretch, before you started rolling your hips.

Felix leaned in and wrapped his lips around one nipple, sucking, licking, and even gently nipping at your flesh, while one of his hands came up to grope and kneed at the other boob. Then he switched sides, paying equal attention to both your tits.

You were, like you thought, having some trouble getting enough leverage in the gaming chair. Despite there being room on either side of Felix’s legs, you still couldn’t get quite enough leverage. So you leaned back just enough to brace your hands on his computer desk so you had enough leverage to properly lift your hips.

“Oh God,” Felix broke away from your nipple to look down at where his cock disappeared into your cunt. “Mm, you’re so good to me, angel.” His smile when he looked back up at you was already the floaty, fucked-out expression he got.

You could have, but didn’t deny the urge to tease him just a little more. Just to hear his whimpers again. Though you had the right leverage now, you slowly lifted your hips off him, then just as slowly lowered back onto him again. You wouldn’t be able to make this pace last for long, it hurt your thighs more than going fast did. But you knew you wouldn’t need to keep this going for long either.

Sure enough, after just a couple of thrusts at that slow pace, Felix whined. “Please, please angel. Need you faster.”

You gave in nearly immediately, riding him as quickly as your thighs and hips would allow you to. He moaned as you clenched around him, leaning forward to mouth at your neck. The hand that had been on your tit, snaked down to rub firm circles against your clit. Between moans, he sucked a hickey and then another into the side of your neck.

“C’mon angel. Cum for me. Please. Wanna feel your pretty cunt clench around my cock.” The combination of his whiney begging, the fingers on your clit, and your own movements had you tumbling over the edge into your orgasm, clenching tightly around him the way he wanted. You clenching around him was enough to have him coming groaning low as he buried his face against your neck

“Okay,” he said after a minute of both of you catching your breath. “You may be right about cock warming being fun.” You giggled as you boosted yourself off his lap, using the computer desk.

~~ Cock warming Seungmin ~~

You walked into his apartment to see Seungmin casually sprawled on the couch, nose in a book. He glanced up when he heard the door close and waited to speak until you’d toed off your shoes. “Hey pretty. Everything good?”

“Mm-hm. Just wanna cuddle.” He raised an eyebrow at you. Not that he didn’t enjoy cuddling with you, but usually when you wanted cuddles you went to Chan, Felix, Jisung, or Changbin. You quickly stripped down before climbing into his lap, straddling his legs and facing him.

“Ah,” he understood. “Lift up a minute pretty girl.” You were pleased, but not really surprised, to find that Seungmin’s already hard. You did sit naked in his lap, after all. You propped yourself up on your knees while he shuffled below you, working to get his pants and boxers off. You’re also not surprised at how wet you already are. You had, after all, come here with exactly this intention.

Slowly, steadily, you lowered yourself onto Seungmin’s cock. Your body accepted him easily, despite the lack of foreplay. You sighed as you settled fully in his lap, curling yourself against his chest and making yourself comfortable. Seungmin ran his fingers gently up and down your back as he went back to his book. It was not the first time the pair of you had done this. Sometimes, you just needed to feel full for a while. And Seungmin and Minho were your favorites, because they were the most patient and were fine with you sitting on them for as long as you wanted.

After a while, he wasn’t sure how long, Seungmin looked down at you and that was when he noticed your breathing had changed. You were asleep. Fully asleep, sitting on his cock. His cock twitched inside you – he wasn’t aware this part was something he would enjoy so much. Shifting a little, trying not to wake you, he reached for his phone on the end table beside the couch.

You woke to Seungmin thrusting up into you. “Mm, Minnie,” you moaned out, still a little sleep hazed.

“Hey pretty girl. Have a good nap?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Good. You relax, I’ll take care of you.” You did as he suggested, relaxing back against his chest. He adjusted under you, gripping your hips and shifting the pair of you, so he could get a better angle to rut up into you.

You were a little surprised considering, up until now, Chan had been the only one willing to indulge in you somnophilia kink. You suspected most, if not all, of the others thought it was at least weird to initiate sex when you weren’t conscious. That was why you’d come up with specific signals for them to tell them that it was okay on nights when you wanted it. Rather than question his change of mind, you decided to just enjoy it.

There was something delightful for you about being so relaxed during sex. Usually, sex riled you and you relaxed after. But when you were asleep and then stayed a more passive partner like this, your mind felt almost floaty in a way – almost like it did after a particularly intense session with multiple or all of your partners.

Seungmin had his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you snuggly against his body, as he steadily rut up into you. You turned your head and pressed lazy, open mouthed kisses to the side of his neck.

“You really love this, don’t you?”

“Mm-hm.”

“The range of sexual things you like is interesting, pretty girl.” You smiled softly against his neck. You knew he had a point, you’d thought it yourself before.

The soft material of Seungmin’s shirt rubbed against your nipples with every thrust of his hips as you continued kissing up and down his neck. You could feel your orgasm building slowly with every roll of his hips. Then he shifted the pair of you so he was laying completely flat, planted his feet, and started more firmly thrusting into you but kept the same lazy pace. With the new angle, his cock rubbed against your g spot with every thrust.

As your orgasm got closer, your moans and whimpers coming faster meant you broke away from Minnie’s neck. Instead, you leaned in closer to his ear, watching the goosebumps form down his neck.

“Feel you getting close, pretty,” he said softly, with a self-satisfied smile you couldn’t see. Your orgasm rolled through you moments later. You arched back, pressing your chest against his, a low moan falling from your lips. Seungmin followed not far behind you, flooding your insides with his warmth.

You snuggled back into his chest, content to lay there for a few more minutes. “Are you going to fall asleep again?”

You chuckled. “No, I’m awake. Didn’t really mean to fall asleep the first time, actually.”

“How did you?”

You shrugged. “Just comfy, I guess. Besides you know when you run your fingers down my back like that it’s gonna put me to sleep.”

“Okay, yeah, but I didn’t expect you’d fall asleep while on my cock.”

You lifted your head to raise and eyebrow at him. “Genuine question – are you upset that I did?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I nearly was for a second though. But it’s not like you fell asleep while I was fucking you. Or that you fell asleep because you weren’t interested in being close to me. I guess I took it to be a comfort thing before you said so.”

You smiled, propped yourself up, and captured his lips in a sweet kiss.

A few minutes later, Seungmin insisted you get up and the pair of you hop in the shower. You stretched as you stood up, heading over to your cargo shorts to pull your phone out of your pocket. Looking at the group text message, you understood Seungmin’s change of mind.

~~ After Tour ~~

While your lovers were gone for six weeks on their tour, you did your best to not just sulk and putter around your apartment. The time difference, them being in the United States, made it somewhat difficult to call them at all. Most of the time when you were able to, you or they were exhausted. This left very little time to even think of sexy video calls, though you had already been through a shorter leg of the tour with most of them and they knew you didn’t like long distance sex like that.

Not to say you didn’t video call at all, just that the calls were only chatting, catching up, and to see each others’ faces. Maybe next time they had to be gone this long, you’d be able to convince your boss that missing one monthly meeting wasn’t the end of the world.

You spent your free time taking care of yourself and watching every single video clip of their tour that you possibly could, thanking any and every higher power for Stays and their wonderful camera work.

Finally, the day they were due back home arrived. It was agreed, the last time you’d been able to speak to them before they got on the plane, that they’d come straight to your apartment rather than you meeting at the airport like you had done before. In Hyunjin’s words – echoed by all the others – “I’m not sure I can keep my hands to myself as soon as we see you.”

“Hello, my loves,” you greeted them with open arms and dressed in only and oversized sleep shirt as soon as they walked through your door.

Hyunjin was the first to reach you, wrapping his arms around you and claiming your lips in a passionate kiss. “Missed you, princess.”

You smiled softly. “Missed you all too. Got you a gift set while you were gone, actually.”

“Who cares?” Chan stepped up to take Hyunjin’s place, slotting his lips over yours. “We just want you,” he said after he pulled away.

“Agreed. You gotta figure out how to come with us next time. This was too long without you, bunny.” Changbin sighed, his whole body relaxing as he took his turn to kiss you.

Jisung was next. You weren’t surprised by his lack of words, or that he was the one with wandering hands. You tried not to smile too much against Ji’s lips, afraid it would give something away, as you felt his hand travel up over the loose sleep shirt you were wearing to cup your boob. His thumb brushed over your nipple and you felt him freeze.

“Baby?” He pulled back to look at you.

“Yeah Sungie?”

“Is that…?” He trailed off, his hand shifting to feel your other nipple. “Wait, did you…?” When you only smiled and tilted your head, he dropped to his knees and pushed his head under your shirt, between your thighs. “Oh god,” he groaned, leaning up and sucking your clit, with it’s newly healed piercing into his mouth. You gasped, arching and reaching out for someone to keep you steady.

“Kitten?” You looked over at Minho, whose arm you were clutching, but didn’t answer.

“She got her nipples and clit pierced,” Jisung answered with a groan, pulling away just long enough to tell them.

“What?!” Chan reached out, tugging your shirt over your head, exposing your pierced nipples to them all. “Ji, back up a minute.” He tugged on Jisung’s hair, forcing him to let go of your clit. “Oh God.” His groan was echoed around the room.

“Those are gorgeous, princess.”

“Is this the real reason you wouldn’t video call us, bunny?”

“Side – ah – side benefit.” Now that everyone had seen it, Jisung went back to sucking on your clit. “Oh. It’s... more sensitive,” you moaned out.

“Wonder if these are too, pretty girl?” Seungmin latched his mouth around one nipple, Chan copying him on the other side.

“Oh God.”

“That sounded like a yes. When did you decide on this, kitten?”

“Forget deciding, when did you actually do it?” Jeongin asked.

“Day you left. Needed – ah – healing time.”

Jeongin made his way around you, pressing himself against your back and, using a finger under your chin, made you turn so he could claim your lips. With all the other sensations, you were surprised to feel Jeongin’s fingers thrust into your pussy from behind. He smirked against your lips at the gasp you let out.

You’d been so pent up over the last six weeks, and your new piercings made you so sensitive, that it didn’t take long before you were arching your back, digging your nails into Minho’s arm. Jisung’s tongue and Jeongin’s fingers didn’t stop until you started coming down from the after shocks.

Quickly, the four of your boyfriends switched places with the other four. Felix knelt in Ji’s place, groaning lightly as he flicked his tongue over your new piercing. Minho took Seungmin’s place, gently pinching and twisting your nipple. Hyunjin replaced Chan, leaning in to gently pull your nipple piercing with his teeth. Then Changbin was behind you, shoving two fingers into you.

Your legs shook as the four of them quickly brought you to another orgasm.

Chan tugged you away from them, lifting you up and settling you onto his cock. You groaned, leaning in to kiss at his neck, while he carried you to your bedroom, the others following behind you. You bounced slightly with every step he took, your clit piercing rubbing against his abs in the most delicious way.

He sat down on the edge of your bed and, rather than let you try to ride him after two orgasms, lifted you on his own, fucking you on his cock. You completely surrendered to what he was doing, wrapping your arms over his shoulders.

Then you realized that none of your boyfriends were having fun with each other. Confused, and a little disappointed because of how much you loved watching them together, you looked to Minho for an explanation.

“Today’s all about you, kitten. We’ve had each other for the past six weeks,” he explained, knowing exactly what you wanted to know. The sound you made with that knowledge was something between a whimper and a moan. You weren’t sure if it was the idea of all their attention focused on you at once like that, if you were just that on edge, the stimulation to your clit against Chan’s abs, or a combination of all three, but you came quickly after Minho’s words.

Chan did not, instead lifting you off him and tossing you onto the bed. You whimpered, reaching out for him when he didn’t immediately follow. Instead, Hyunjin took his place and Chan just gave you a secretive, knowing smile.

Hyunjin slid into you, wrapping your legs around his waist as he set a semi-fast pace. You found yourself returning his bright smile, though you were a little aware that it was probably a dopey or fucked-out smile. Still, you were happy to have your men back home with you so the smile itself didn’t feel that important. After a moment, he leaned over your body, hands braced on the mattress on either side of you, and wrapped his lips around first one, then the other nipple.

This time you felt your orgasm building up and arched against Hyune as it washed through you. His thrusts stayed steady through your orgasm and after it, before he too pulled out without coming. When he moved to the side, you reached for his arm, trying to tug him back to you.

Instead, he pressed a kiss to your temple as Jisung crawled between your thighs. He leaned in, capturing your lips as he lifted both your legs, holding them together against his chest. With a quick smile down at you, he slid into you with a moan.

He kneaded the flesh of your thighs, leaning in to press kisses to the leg closest to his face, as he steadily thrust into you. The arm not holding onto your legs slid down to rub firm circles against your clit, Ji’s eyes never leaving your face as he chased your orgasm.

When Jisung pulled out without coming in you, backing off and bringing your legs back to the bed, you kicked your legs and whined in protest, too far gone to actually form words. “I know baby. Lixie and I wanna try something and they’re all indulging us,” he explained.

You pouted as Seungmin took his place between your thighs. He just grinned down at you, pressing a quick kiss to your pouting lips. He wrapped your legs over the back of his own, slowly sliding into you. It was then that it clicked for you that your boyfriends weren’t really changing your position. They all had you in close, intimate positions. You’d been prepared for, and looking forward to, fast and rough. Instead, they were giving you cherished. The thought brought tears to your eyes as you reached up for Seungmin.

He let you cup his cheek, then turned his head to press a kiss to your palm as he steadily rolled his hips into you. He gripped both of your hands, bringing them down to either side of your head, leaning down to press open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck.

The angle change put the perfect amount of pressure and friction against your clit and, despite the steady roll of his hips, your next orgasm was building quickly.

“Missed you, pretty girl,” he whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin below your ear. Your grip on his hands tightened in response to his words. You opened your mouth, but just couldn’t form words to properly respond.

Though they were taking you slower than they often did, you still found you were getting hazy and having a little trouble following exactly what was happening. Even one at a time like this, the amount of sensations left you overwhelmed in the best way.

Seungmin rode out your orgasm, before he too pulled out without coming. You didn’t bother protesting – not when you now knew it was something both Ji and Lix wanted. Even you caved to their wants often.

Felix, angelic smile on his face, was next. He grabbed one of the pillows you weren’t using, lifted your hips, and slid it under you. With the angle change, his cock rubbed against your g spot with every thrust. Though he didn’t lean over you like Seungmin had, he did still hold your hands tightly in his own, pressing your joined hands against your belly.

He brought one of his hands, still holding yours, down to flick his thumb back and forth over your clit. You could tell by the urgency in his fingers, that he was trying to make you cum before he did without needing to speed up.

In a distant part of your mind, you registered how quiet it was in your room. Normally, even with just one or two of your lovers, there was a lot of noise. Skin slapping, moans, groans, whines, and whimpers. There wasn’t much of that this time. There were only your own moans and, blissed out on the sensations of being made love to, you were finding those moans more difficult to make. Not because it didn’t feel good, but because you were overwhelmed.

It felt like a slow wave when your next orgasm crested over you. Not a crash or sudden orgasm, simply a gentle, rolling feeling.

Minho rolled you onto your side and spooned up behind you, sliding into you from behind. He wrapped his arms around you, grasping both hands and pulling them close to your chest. He pressed kisses to your neck and shoulder as he used your own hands to grope both your boobs.

The position allowed him to hit your g spot with little effort and he did, steadily thrusting against that spot until you arched in his hold, sighing out your orgasm.

Jeongin lay flat on his back and tugged you on top of himself, cuddling you close to his chest. He pressed kisses to the top of your head, forehead, nose, and cheeks as he rutted up into you from below. He was not only hitting your g spot in this position, but the movement provided the right amount of stimulation to both your nipples and clit until you were falling apart on top of him.

Changbin was last. He had you back on your back, legs bent up and spread wide, as he leaned in to claim your lips in a deep kiss. He slid into you in a slow roll of his hips. Then he slid his arms under your knees and leaned forward until you were nearly bent in half. You gripped his shoulders as he fucked into you slow and deep.

Around you, you noticed the others had started to jerk themselves off. As Changbin’s thrusts sped up, something managed to click in your hazy brain and you realized what it was Felix and Jisung wanted. You clenched around Bin with the realization, moaning low in your throat as you came one last time.

Changbin pulled out, jerking his cock a couple of times until he spilled onto your belly. One by one, the other men followed him, covering your belly and tits in cum. Then Jisung and Felix were on either side of you, licking it off like they were starved men. It wasn’t enough stimulation to make you cum again, but it was enough to make you forgive all of them for not coming in you.

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Hooked On You, Pt. 3

Black OC! x Woody McClain as "Cane Tejada" from Power Book ll: Ghost.

Summary: Deja was the second child of the Pierce family, sandwiched between her older sister, Diamond, and her younger sister, Destiny. The Pierces were renowned in their ways for their business in the drug cartel, with Deja's parents, Dana and Divine, at the center. Until she becomes hooked on Cane Tejada, her rival.

Warnings: Mature Content (+18)

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Deja approached Tariq's dorm room and gently rapped her knuckles against the door, glancing anxiously back and forth of the the hallway. When Tariq answered, she stepped inside, grateful for his hospitality. After shutting the door behind her, Deja took a moment to compose herself, then placed her duffle bag on Tariq's dresser. With a deep breath, she unzipped the bag and pulled out several stacks of cash held in place by red rubber bands.

After last night, Deja collected money from selling at the stash house and decided to give it to Tariq as hush money after he walked in on Cane and Deja in the bathroom. It was the only way but hopefully he won't say anything to anybody, she texted him last night that she would bring it to him at 9 in the morning, luckily Deja was on birth control so she couldn't get pregnant last night.

"Tariq, take this money, you didn't see or hear shit in that bathroom last night. Got it?" Deja spat, knowing he would snitch anyway.

"Or else what? From what I saw Tejadas and Pierces don't fuck each other in the bathroom." Tariq shot back, eyeing her up and down.

With a smirk etched onto her features and a rolling of her eyes, she shoved the barrel of the gun into his forehead, backing him up against the wall. "Or else, you'll get a bullet nigga," she spat, her eyes narrowing menacingly.

Tariq threw his hands up in a defensive gesture, quickly snatching the money from her grasp. "Fine, fine," he muttered, his eyes rolling in exasperation. "Good boy." She chuckled darkly, tucking the gun away in her purse.

"Pleasure doing business with you Tariq." She concluded coldly, grabbing the empty duffle bag as she stormed out of his dorm room, proud of herself for completing the mission and keeping this secret for long, Deja grabbed her phone out of her purse to text Cane.

Deja.🥰

Heyy baby, gave the money to Tariq and I'm on my way.🤭

Cane. 🥷🏾🖤

That's good to hear, I'll be at my penthouse waiting. I'll send you the address baby girl.😏

♡♥︎♡

The door creaks open to his room with her eyes on him as she strode across the spacious living room, "Cane!" She called out to him, closing the door behind her with a gentle click as she looked away the room for him.

Cane emerged from the bedroom with a smirk on his face, "Did it work?" he walked toward her, kissing her temple tenderly as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

Cane leads his girlfriend to the bedroom as the couple sat on his bed, "Of course it worked, I paid him enough but I don't know for how long. I do know one thing I want to be with you." Deja replied to him, passionately kissing him as he kissed her back. His hands cupped her face to gaze into her eyes deeply. Relishing in his touch.

The coffee table trembled slightly as his phone vibrated, capturing his attention. A glance at the screen revealed Monet's name showing again. With a sigh, he reached for the phone, his eyes rolling at the prospect of yet another call from her. "Hello?" he grumbled into the receiver.

"Where the hell are you?" Monet spat, her manicured hand resting on her hip. Wondering why her son was chilling right now.

"I'm in my penthouse but—"

"I don't give a fuck, what I need from you is to get here for a family meeting."

Cane let out a deep breath as he ended the call and smacked his lips in frustration.

The phone disappeared into his pocket as he told Deja, "I have to leave. My mom needs me." She nodded in comprehension. "I'll be back soon," he assured her before she playfully replied, "it's okay, I'll be here waiting for you." Deja tenderly kissed his cheek, and he left with a sense of relief.

♡♥︎♡

With a sharp gaze, Monet held the door open for her son to enter the mansion. She couldn't help but question his presence there. "What's the deal, Cane? Why are you chilling at your crib when you should be out working for me?" She tilted her head, hand on her hip.

"I was busy with making a deal, that's it." Cane retorted, shrugging his shoulders.

Monet was unconvinced by his excuse. As the door clicked shut, Cane took a deep breath, trying to hide his bubbling irritation. After Cane knew that lying was the only answer but for how long could he keep this secret about himself and Deja seeing each other behind their family's backs?

With a self-satisfied grin stretching across her face, Diana and Dru confidently marched down the hallway, her nose catching the scent of Deja's vanilla perfume lingering on his clothes.

The same fragrance she had caught the night he hastily left the town event, unmistakably identifying Deja as the source. Diana knew about his secret, and she was determined to uncover it.

"He's been busy fucking Deja, that's for sure," Diana sneered, her gaze scanning her brother from head to toe. Leaning her back against the wall, she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Diana, what that fuc—" Cane was cut off by Monet shooting him a dirty look, "All this time you've been fucking Deja when I told yo' ass to stay away." She bellowed firmly, shaking her head in disapproval.

Cane narrowed his gaze at his sister and then his mom, knowing that he had been caught. He had been seeing Deja for months now, despite Monet's strict orders to stay away from her. He couldn't try to end things, he couldn't resist her charm and beauty. But now, with Diana on his case, he knew that he was in deep trouble.

Monet shook her head in disappointment. "You know the rules, Cane. You can't be with her. She's from the rival family," she reminded him sternly.

Diana smirked, enjoying the drama. "Looks like we have a little Romeo and Juliet situation on our hands," she taunted, relishing in her brother's discomfort.

"Shut the fuck up Diana!" Cane and Monet shouted in unison. Fed up with her already.

Cane knew that he couldn't do anything to fix this mess. He loved Deja, he wasn't going to let their families' feud come between them. If only he had figured out a way to make things right.

"Either you're with us or you're against us Cane," Monet stated firmly, her eyes blazing with anger.

As his mother's hurtful words spilled out, he quickly retreated towards the exit, his hand clutching the doorknob tightly as he turned it and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Monet was left with Dru and Diana, who stood by her side, gently patting her back. "Are you okay, Mom?" Diana asked, noticing the uncertainty etched on her mother's face.

"I'm good, he'll be back though."

♡♥︎♡

Cane sauntered into the luxurious living room of his penthouse, his gaze fixed on Deja, who was engrossed in a movie on Tubi. He stealthily tiptoed around the couch and planted a deep and passionate kiss on her lips.

Their lips parted with a smack, leaving Deja to raise her eyebrows and inquire, "Your family knows about us, don't they?" Her soft thumbs gently caressed his cheeks, expressing her love for him.

"Diana snitched on me when she smelled your perfume and shit went downhill from there.." Cane trailed off, not wanting to admit to his mistake.

Deja's expression turned serious as she understood how his family can be at times like this. "Cane, you know what this means. Our families won't accept us being together," she said, her voice laced with concern.

Cane nodded, knowing that they were both in a difficult position. "I know, but I can't let go of you," he said, his voice filled with determination.

Deja smiled, feeling the love and sincerity in his words. "Then we'll figure it out together," she said, holding his hand tightly.

Cane smiled back, relieved to have her by his side. They both knew that their love would face many obstacles, but they were willing to fight for it. They had each other, and that was all that mattered. "You're the only one that I want to be with baby.." Cane spoke softly, his teeth caught in between his lips.

She knew that Cane was the one she wanted and she had to tell her family one day but for now, Deja wanted to enjoy this moment with him.

"I want to be with you too."

♡♥︎♡

Her bare back pressed against the navy blue bedsheets as his hands held her hips firmly in place. Cane's slim hips rolled rapidly and roughly into her, his face buried in the curve of her neck as he left deep purple love marks on her melanated skin. With a strong grip on her neck, he resumed his merciless thrusts, eliciting a girlish moan from her lips. Pulling her face close to his, he kissed her messily, delighting in the sound of her loud moans and the feeling of her wet walls clenching around his dick.

He could feel her body tense up with each thrust, and he knew she was close. With a devilish grin, he slowed down his movement, teasing her with shallow thrusts until she was begging for more. "Cane pleaseee..." Deja stammered out, He couldn't resist her pleas for long, and soon he was plunging into her, latching his mouth around her erect nipple as she cried out in pleasure. His hands found their way to her thighs, gripping them tightly as he pounded into her wet walls

with all his might. Deja's moans grew louder and more frenzied.

He hovered over her while his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his lap. With her arms draped around his neck, she rolled her hips against his, feeling the thickness of him as her fingernails dug into his back. Each sway and dip of his hips sent waves of pleasure through her body as he penetrated her pussy, eliciting soft moans from her lips. "Cane," she gasped, throwing her head back. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, thrusting his slim hips in perfect rhythm with hers, determined to get every last drop of her wetness.

Flows of tears streamed down Deja's rosy cheeks, her legs trembling beneath her, as her walls stretch out. The sound of angels singing echoed in her ears as she gasped, "Baby, please, I'm so close." Her lips were parted and her eyes fluttered as she waited for him to give her release. "Let it go, beautiful," he moaned, as she ground her hips against him, the wetness between her thighs creating a squelching sound that filled the room. As his pace quickened, she could feel the knot building inside her until she exploded in a burst of white cream that coated his thick manhood. He pulled out swiftly and came on her stomach.

Deja stretched her arms out and collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily as Cane collapsed next to her. She invited him to rest his head in the crook of her neck as they wrapped their arms around each other. Cane flipped them over, allowing Deja to take charge. As she giggled and playfully kneaded his cheeks with her thumbs, Cane murmured, "My girl," biting his bottom lip. Deja tenderly replied, "My man," and kissed him twice on the lips.

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Please excuse any grammar mistakes ❤️

[romanarose]

Puck Bunny

Hockey player!Tommy Miller x Puck bunny!reader

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Summary: You're gonna make Tommy yours

Warnings: Fingering, leg humping, fucked with a foregein object <3, ass slapping.

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A/N first time writing Tommy with no Joel!

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He didn’t know it, but the new rookie for Texas Stars skating around below you was going to be your boyfriend. 

Tommy Miller was an often underlook member of the team, but those who knew what they were talking about saw his potential, saw the way he moved with grace despite his large build, how he kept calm under pressure, his speed and his aim. He just needed… encouragement. While all the other girls went for the men with more play time, whose sports trading cards posted more goals, or who were already names among any hockey fan, you had your eyes set on him.

It wasn’t like he didn’t get attention from girl; of course he did, he was beautiful. Kind eyes and the most profoundly sparkling smile you’d ever seen, all framed in dark curls.

He practiced alone, sentenced to hours of grueling routines to make up for his little fumble today while his teammates were out partying with girls or at home fucking their wives. It wasn’t fair that he got punished. Harold was the one who tried to pass it to Tommy when Jake was wide fucking open! Tommy did his best with what he was given, which was a not-clear shot and when he took it, he missed. Trailing only one point behind, the buzzer went off and Tommy was blamed for losing the game.

Skidding to a stop, Tommy looked up at the near empty bleachers where you sat. He touched his finger to his helmet and tipped his head. Such a cowboy, you thought, and we went on practicing.

*

The locker door slamming signaled where he was at, and you give a little courtesy knock at the entrance.

“C’in.” Tommy calls, probably assuming you’re a teammate or coach, or even staff.

“Yuh decent?” 

Whatever he was expecting, when he turned around his face indicated it wasn’t you.

“Oh. Howdy, ma’am?” Tommy’s voice inflected up at the end, sounding more like a question than a greeting. Still, you lean against the doorway and admire the view.

Even cuter up close, you admire. Little freckles sprinkled his face, and his smile was so boyish and cute your heart fluttered.

“I uh… I seen you ‘round.” He repeated your name, and it made you happy to know he knew it. That meant he’d asked about you. You and Tommy talked a few times, mostly in groups, but you’d never been introduced. “What’cha do’n here so late? Pretty little thing like you gotta have a nice young man wait’n at home for yuh?”

You shake your head. “Nope. Not yet, anyway. Wasn’t think’n ‘bout tryna change that.”

Pink flushed his skin, but his smile grew. “Is that so, sweet thing? Do I got myself a little puck bunny on my hands?”

You push yourself off the wall, a spring in your step as you bound towards him.Hands clasped behind your back, you gaze up at him with big eyes. Fuck, his shadow just swollowed you up. “Nothing you aren’t used to, I’m sure.”

“Been around a time or two, I won’t lie…” A large, LARGE hand reached out to cup your face and you can’t help but squeal. As your little plans were happening. “None quite as cute as the little bunny I got in front of me, though.”

Taking a little initiative, you pressed yourself up against his red jersey. He smells like sweat and the metallic air of an ice rink. His body was firm against you. “Want you to fuck me.” You blurt out, and the sultry look on his face breaks into a wide grin. 

“That’s why you break’n into my locker room?”

You nod. He leans closer.

“Well, how can I say no to such a pretty little bunny?”

His mouth crashes into you, shoving you right up against the locker doors with a rattling crash as his hands paw all over you. Tommy dwarfs you, his wide shoulders and barrel chest completely caging you in. The force of his kisses and powerful presence is so much so you’d feel trapped if you weren’t so fucking turned on. Hands down your pants, Tommy bites hard at your lip and sucks on it to ease the pain as he fiddles with your cunt.

“Wet already?” He teases, smirk pressed against your skin.

“I- I was thinking about you… while I watched…” You moan against him bucking your hand against Tommy’s fingers as they teased your entrance.

“So eager… Tell me, Bunny, how come I got so lucky to find you in my locker, not one of my teammates? Chance?”

You want his long fingers inside you so bad, sweating from the teasing enough you don’t even feel the chill of the air. “Tommyyyy, please!”

“Talk to me, bebita. I won’t be mad if I just happened to be who was here tonight, promise.”

“No! No, Tommy, you’re special… you’re gonna be a star, I just know it…”

When you glance up at him, you expect to see a smirk. Instead, his face is soft. “You really think that?”

Quickly, you nod. “I’d put money on it. You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever seen…”

“Fuck-” Suddenly he’s finger fucking you, the wet squelch of your cunt echoing around you, about filth filling the locker room. “Gonna treat you so good, pretty baby. So fuck’n good.” It’s then you realize he’s humping against you, hard cock grinding against your thigh

Your hands grip his huge forearms, searching for purchase and stability as he drew you closer to orgasm. Tommy sucked deep into your neck, sure to leave a mark you’d proudly display. You were taken. Tommy was gonna be yours. Yeah, you were hooking up right now and it wasn’t a commitment, it wasn’t a proclamation of love but it was a start.

“Cum for me, bunny.” Tommy’s voice was tight, tense...

And you did. You’d do anything he wanted. Waves of pleasure crash around you, clenching down hard on his three fingers and crying out his name as he muttered curses against your ear. Little moans escaped his mouth as he too came, cuming only from humping your leg and finger fucking you cunt. Your knees went weak, melting into jelly but Tommy caught you.

He bent you down and over the bench, stomach pressed to the cool wood and your ass and pussy on clear display in the harsh LED lights.

Panting, Tommy kneels down next to you; not before you can see a wet spot in his uniform.

“Think…” He pants. “Think you can take more?”

Smiling, you turn to look at him. “Does the phrase fuck like rabbits mean nothing to you?”

He laughs at that, calling you a good girl and kisses your forehead.

Still, you nod to where his erection is gone, already wasting his seed in his pants. “You gonna get hard for me again already, pretty boy?”

A chuckles as he reaches around you, walking on his knees to get a good look from behind. “Not quite, bunny…” A tsk, tsk, tsk from his mouth as he stares at your vulnerable position. “Such a pretty little cunt… it’d be shame to leave it all put together, huh?”

You didn’t know what he had planned and you didn’t care. “Yeah, it would.”

Cool plastic hits your wet cunt and you gasp.

The hockey stick.

“Gonna take real good care of you…” Tommy mutters, planting a kiss to your ass. “And then I’m gonna take you on a real fuck’n date, that sound good?”

Oh, things are coming together nicely. “Yes Tommy. Sounds real nice.”

“Good girl.”

And then all you could feel was your cunt being spread open. It was slow, careful but still an agonizing split.

“Ooooh shit!” You moan, and despite the ache you push yourself back against him to take it further. It was delicious, it was wrong, and you were 100% willing to humiliate yourself for Tommy… but it didn’t feel humiliating. It felt good. It felt good because you felt full, it felt good because you could hear Tommy’s grin as he praised you. He began to fuck you with it, the handle going as far up as it could and you grip the bench you’re knelt against to try and hold onto reality and you come barrelling towards your orgasm again. 

*Smack!*

Tommy slapped your ass just to watch it jiggle.

“Fuck! Fuck you’re perfect… my bunny. My perfect bunny…”

Wrapping an arm around you, Tommy plays with your clit and that's the beginning of the end for you.

“Tommy!” You scream his name, hearing it bounce down the hallways but you don’t fucking care. You would let Tommy stick whatever he wanted wherever he wanted if it meant he called you his bunny again.

You cum on the hockey stick, drenching it in your fluids and feeling it splatter out around your thighs as he keeps fucking you.

Satiated, smiling, and full, you fully slump against the bench and Tommy finally pulls the stick out. All clear, you let yourself slide onto the cool tile floor, red lockers creating a wall around you. And you laugh.

If Tommy cares that you’re laughing after sex he does show it, instead crawling over to where your head rest after he pulls up your pants, giggling himself. He pulls your head onto his lap, gently caressing you.

“How you feel’n?”

You grin up at him, Tommy’s near-black locks falling around him. “A little empty right now, honestly.”

This makes him laugh again. “Well, I got all night, bebita. I can fill you right up again” When you’re read he helps you up. “You’re really someth’n, y’know that?”

“I do, actually. That’s why I think we’d be good together.”

“Can’t help but agree with yuh there.” You watch him dress down, to his padding, then tell him you’ll wait for him outside the locker room. As much as you wanna see him naked, you decide to make that event a little more special.

When he’s showered and back in his regular clothes, still as thick as ever, you loop you arm around his and he guides you out of the maze of the rinks halls, his back heavy on your shoulder, but you insist. 

As he walks you out, you cross paths with one of his team mates coming back in for some practice, Carter. Tall as hell, blonde, and with a young man on his arm, he takes one look at your mussed hair and hickies, then pats Tommy on the back as they pass.

You were Tommy’s puck bunny now.

hope you liked it!!!!

Other content of mine with tommy: The Wrong Way, Yes Uncle tommy? Blessed be the fruit

Also shout out to my beloved @aurorawritestoescape for her sexy sexy Bad Blood with tommy and joel!

Im working on a tommy exclusive series rn that I hope will be the right kind of mind fuck <3 will start releasing it with the new season! TOMMY MILLER FANS RISE!!!

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @miraclesabound @sunshineispunk @umnitsa @huskyfox5 @musings-of-a-rose

[discombobulatedderry]

Silent Steps, Lethal Hands

Hi, everyone! First time posting here, really. Still got no nerve to post in AO3, the idea is scary to me. So! I'll post here in Tumblr for now. I will mainly post Sevika or Ambessa fics, they're my muses! Do enjoy, I will most probably do one-shots, since I do not have enough drive nor time or energy or even the passion to keep updating a certain fanfic, college and life will definitely fuck me up. But, something tells me I'll have to lengthen this one into different parts.

Damn it.

Now, enjoy this story of Sevika x reader, or in this case, you're a foreign mercenary called Sylvara. It won't really be that much of an obvious fact though, I also want her to just be "x reader". Okay, really, enjoy!

;)

In the underbelly of Zaun, Sevika, Silco’s loyal right-hand, encounters a mysterious foreign mercenary named Sylvara, who has come to handle a secretive commission. As Sevika hunts for answers, the silent, deadly mercenary proves to be a challenge at every turn—both elusive and dangerously capable. In a tense game of cat and mouse, Sevika’s determination to uncover the truth clashes with Sylvara’s icy resolve, leading them down a dark path where loyalties, power, and secrets collide. Neither is willing to back down, but one thing is certain: both are playing a game with stakes higher than either realizes.

The Last Drop was busy tonight, but no one here seemed to care about the usual chaos in Zaun. There was always something going on—people stumbling in from Piltover’s high-class districts looking for “cheap thrills,” dealers peddling powders and potions, and mercenaries coming and going, looking for jobs and looking for blood. Sevika had seen it all before. She had run this city by Silco’s side for long enough, and nothing surprised her anymore. Not much at least.

But the figure seated at the bar? She was new. And not the kind of “new” you let slip by unnoticed.

A mercenary.

Sevika’s sharp eyes narrowed as she watched the foreign woman from her table as she took the wins from her recent gamble.

Lean, graceful, but there was something about the way she held herself that set her apart. Quiet. Calculating. Her presence didn’t scream for attention, but Sevika couldn’t help but be drawn to her, as if the air around her hummed with tension. The woman was dressed in simple, unassuming black leathers, with a black hood currently down, but Sevika could see the marks of a warrior—there was no doubt. The scarred skin peeking from the sleeves, the quiet confidence, the cold, detached way she moved. She was dangerous.

Ironically, Sevika craves danger. Masochist? Maybe.

No one came to Zaun for nothing. And no one moved through its underworld without purpose.

Sevika wasn’t here to let people like that slip through the cracks. So, she did what she needed to. Grunting, she stood up from the table, smirking a bit at the protesting men who lost against her in cards, before making her way over to the bar.

“You,” Sevika grunted, her voice a low rumble as she thumped the counter with her metal fist. “Speak.” She flicked her head subtly to the mysterious figure's direction.

The bartender, a man who had learned long ago to stay out of trouble and keep his mouth shut, gave a quick glance toward the foreign figure. Then he leaned in, his voice trembling due to Sevika's nature. “Don’t know much. Foreign. Seems like she’s only here for one thing.”

Sevika leaned in, her eyes burning. “Keep talking.” Her scowl imprinting on her face in impatience.

“Business. Hired for something... under the table. I don’t ask too many questions.”

Sevika hummed, lips curling into an even more obvious frown. “No questions, huh? Then maybe I will be the one asking.”

The bartender swallowed. “I wouldn’t if I were you... she’s a quiet one, but I’ve seen her handle a man twice her size in the blink of an eye.”

Sevika looked steely at the bartender, as if daring him to say that sentence again, as if to say just who the hell are you to order me around, as she stood up, her heavy boots thudding against the floor as she moved toward the far end of the bar. Her muscular frame parted the crowd like a wave splitting around a stone. She towered over most of them, but the foreign mercenary? She barely budged, her back still to Sevika as if she didn’t notice her presence at all.

“Got a lot of nerve sitting here,” Sevika’s voice cut through the noise, smooth but dangerous. “Most people around here can’t handle the weight of the city. You’re not from here, are you?”

The mercenary’s head didn’t turn. She took a sip from her drink, the faintest flicker of amusement flashing in her eyes. She didn’t answer.

Sevika was used to silence. Hell, she was the silencer around here. But something about this woman’s stillness intrigued her. A foreigner in the underbelly of Zaun, sitting unbothered by all the madness that surrounded her. The more Sevika watched her, the more she understood: this one wasn’t afraid of anything.

"Not one for words, huh?" Sevika muttered. She leaned against the bar next to the foreign figure, her arm resting on the counter, flicking her lighter open as her metallic hand fished for the cigarette in her pocket, huffing before lighting it. Her gaze flicked over the woman, eyes calculating. as she blew smoke from her cigarette. She can't deny, it was also a display to intimidate the stranger.

"The hell's a foreigner doing here in the Undercity? What are you, another Piltie? Go back, no one wants your donations.” Her irritated voice marked a clear intention, to intimidate her, to spew her very own thoughts about Piltover and foreign people in general, to make her leave. She blew the cigarette to the woman's direction on purpose.

Finally, the mercenary turned her head slightly, just enough for Sevika to catch the sharpness in her eyes. Dark, piercing. There was a dangerous edge in them, like a predator toying with its prey. A brief, sharp silence passed between them before she spoke.

“None of your concern.” Her face was stony, not caring if puffs and clouds of smoke attacked her face, her eyes, and her nose. Only a simple crinkle of her nose gave it away, and Sevika saw it.

Sevika grinned at that, glad that she gave a reaction, before leaning in closer. “Everything in Zaun is my concern.”

She let out a soft yet alluring chuckle, and there it was—confidence, a quiet sort of defiance. “You should be more careful, then.”

Sevika’s smile faded. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled, a sense of danger finally catching her attention. This woman wasn’t just any mercenary. She was dangerous.

Shit.

For a moment, Sevika considered stepping back. But then she remembered who she was—Silco’s right-hand—the one who controlled this city’s pulse. If anyone could find out what this foreigner was up to, it was her.

"Alright," Sevika said, taking a step back, but not too far. "Fine, don't speak. I'm better at roughhousing answers anyways." She seethed out the final words slowly.

Sevika was quick, a master of hand-to-hand combat, her fists deadly weapons with the sheer force to crush a man in seconds. She moved like a storm, surging forward to grab the mercenary by the arm.

But she was faster.

In one fluid motion, she twisted her body just enough to avoid Sevika’s grasp, and with a sharp flick of her wrist, she sent Sevika’s metal hand crashing into the wooden counter. The sound echoed like thunder in the otherwise quiet room, definitely from the current display.

Sevika blinked, momentarily stunned. No one—no one—had ever avoided her grip so effortlessly. And yet, there she stood, unfazed, her posture as relaxed as before.

A slow, mocking smile crept onto Sevika’s face. “You’ve got some skills, I'll give you that.” Her voice carried a tilt of condescension, which made Sevika's vein in her forehead throb angrily.

Her lips twitched, barely enough to show that she might’ve enjoyed that comment, but it was gone before Sevika could be sure. “I don't do this for fun.”

A brief pause passed before she stood up, her long coat flowing with her every movement. She set her drink down, her fingers brushing against the glass in a lazy, almost absent motion. She was preparing for something. A dance, a fight—something Sevika couldn’t quite read yet.

“You’ve been trailing me long enough,” She continued, her voice quiet, but sharp as a knife. Direct as an arrow.

“I can feel your eyes on me.”

Sevika took a step back, considering her options. The mercenary was skilled, no question about it. Dangerous, precise, silent. She was the kind of person that made things happen in the shadows. And now Sevika was standing right in the middle of that shadow, with no clear way out.

“I don’t like to be followed,” She cleared, her eyes narrowing in the displeasure of the idea as her eyes finally locked with Sevika’s, intense. "But if you're looking for answers, you can follow me. But know this: you won’t like the answer you get."

Sevika narrowed her eyes. "You think you can walk out of here without me making you talk?" She seethed out, her snarl intensifying.

She stood up straighter, her gaze not leaving Sevika’s, unflinching as she raised an eyebrow as if to say,

“Try me.”

A silence settled between them, thick and heavy. Sevika’s hand twitched toward her metal hand and the compartment of Shimmer inside it, but she stopped herself. Something about this was different. This wasn’t just some street rat she could wring answers out of. No, this was a mercenary with a purpose.

“Well,” Sevika drawled, “Let's get out of here, then, doll.”

The mercenary raised an eyebrow at the pet name, as if amused by the audacity, turned, walking out of the bar without a glance back. Sevika didn’t hesitate. She followed.

There was something about Sylvara’s calm, unbothered demeanor that grated against Sevika’s nature. Everything Sevika did was loud, forceful, meant to draw attention. But her? She was a ghost, slipping through the city unnoticed.

The two women walked side by side through the streets of Zaun, the buzzing lights above and the distant noise of machinery mingling with their footsteps. The city pulsed beneath them, alive and chaotic, but there was something about the way she moved—like she belonged here, like the chaos bent around her will.

“Don’t make me chase you,” Sevika said, her voice low and rough, with a hint of a threat.

Her lips curled ever so slightly. “You’re already chasing me.”

And for the first time in a long while, Sevika found herself wondering: who exactly was this woman?

[sunny374940]

So those of you who read my latest story might have noticed that I mentioned Rook having a sister and here she is, meeting the family. She's fun.

Hello, @lavender-tea-fling, this is what you made me do. This is the beginning of her first encounter with Emmrich (there will quite likely be more to this, but I couldn't wait until I wrote the whole thing)

They were enjoying a quiet morning for once. Rook was trying to teach Ellie to crawl on the floor of the living room, choosing to lead by example. He was rushing around on his hands and knees, pretending to chase her and she was shrieking in delight, though not making much progress in the crawling department. Maybe the morning wasn’t so quiet, Emmrich amended in the privacy of his own head, but it certainly was enjoyable.

The front door opened with a bang and a bellow followed the sound of wood hitting the wall.

“Sol Aldwir, where the fuck are you?”

Rook startled, staring wide eyed in the direction of the noise.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered and Emmrich was rising from his armchair, magic crackling at his fingertips, but suddenly Rook was handing Ellie to him, making him sit back down.

“It’s fine, I’ll handle it, we’re not in danger.”

He looked up at the sound of footsteps stomping closer.

“Well, you’re not.”

This did nothing to assuage Emmrich’s growing concern. Rook appeared to know the intruder, but he seemed genuinely nervous. Who could-

Before he could finish the thought, a young woman was rounding on Rook and she was the spitting image of him, down to the bright blue eyes and dark curls, and she was poking his chest with an accusing finger. 

“How dare you not tell me you have a daughter? Did you forget how to write? I had to find out from Bellara!”

“Hi, Willow,” Rook said with a sideways glance to Emmrich, who stood again with Ellie in his arms, ready to intervene if needed.

She seemed to notice Emmrich for the first time and her demeanor shifted to something more civil, if guarded.

“Sorry, you’d be Emmrich, right? I’d say I’ve heard a lot about you, but my idiot brother-” She slapped at Rook’s arm as she said it. “-is incapable of communicating with his family, so not really.”

Ah. She was everything he’d expected from the stories Rook told him about her.

“Charmed,” he said carefully, shifting Ellie to his side to extend a hand in greeting.

“No you ain’t,” she responded with a chuckle, but took his hand with a firm grip. “I just barged in here shouting, there’s not much to be charmed about.”

Well, now he was charmed. The morning was shaping up to be loud indeed, but quite interesting.

She turned back to Rook with a glare, but there was fondness in her voice as she spoke.

“I will yell at you later, little brother.”

“You are five minutes older, you old witch,” Rook shot back, but Emmrich could see that this exchange had been well rehearsed and there was no real sting to the words. “And it’s just Rook now, not Sol.”

“Hah, about time you got a new name. At least now I’m not the only one.”

[tragedy-for-sale]

Bedrock Headcannons:

Sergeant Hunter

Bedrock headcannons are headcannons that I regard as a fact in the personality of a character I write about. They range from small details to a huge part of a character's backstory. These headcannons are a constant underlayer in all of my fics that involve these characters.

﹄『❝ Hunter ❞』﹃

The ability to sense electromagnetic frequencies meant enhancements to his nervous system. Hunter has 18 cranial nerves, instead of the usual 12. He has 40 spinal cord nerves, whereas every other clone has 31. More nerves meant more sensory abilities; to be able to sense electromagnetic frequencies started with sensors, electromagnetic plates on his heart, wires attached to his head and semi-permeable sensors on his eyes.

His tattoo was a test to see how well he could handle electromagnetic frequencies; the tattoo continues down the entire left side of his body.

He had to undergo constant stimulation to test how much he could sense. His nervous system was constantly shot. He was always being tested and there wasn't anything he could do to ensure he'd pass. So much of his childhood was spent in pain.

His childhood nickname was half-pint via Wrecker. Hunter was shorter than his brothers right from the start. Every now and then, Wrecker will call Hunter 'half-pint' and he stops in his tracks, he loved that nickname.

Hunter cried a lot as a kid. The pain was inside his body, inside his mind, medics couldn't help him. He didn't know how to deal with pain that no one else could feel. He'd sense something then everything. So, all he did was cry. He'd cry for hours, much to the dismay of his brothers. No amount of Wrecker's hugs or Tech's inventions could help him; he cried until he passed out, as he got older, he cried less and less, but his brothers still hear their brother's cries echoing in their mind.

All three of his brothers played and took turns sleeping with Lula as cadets. But never Hunter. However, as they've gotten older, whenever he's sleeping, Lula would magically end up in his arms.

Coruscant is the most dangerous place in the galaxy, according to his brothers. There are too many electromagnetic frequencies there. They've only been to Coruscant twice. Hunter spent most of that first mission with his head buried under his pillow. The boys had left on their mission, leaving Hunter behind, but Wrecker had come back, he'd forgotten extra explosives, but as he stepped inside The Marauder, he heard his brother crying, and that's when Wrecker knew they had to leave.

Hunter's affinity for his bandana is due to an injury he received as a child. He got into a fight with Crosshair and left a large gash on his forehead; Crosshair gifted Hunter his bandana to cover it, he's never taken it off since.

Hunter has a few rules that will only be enforced if he's annoyed, mainly not to touch his knives or his hair. But the one rule that is strictly enforced is not to bug him when he's showering. The time Hunter is in the shower, he's not to be disturbed. It's the only time he gets to himself and he's not going to do anything to shorten that time; If he calls one of his brothers through the refresher door, they fucked up and everyone on The Marauder knows it.

One time, the water heater broke, and Tech was racing to tell Hunter before he went into the refresher, but he'd already been in the shower for some time. All the brothers' hearts dropped when they heard the angry "Tech!" Coming from the refresher.

He doesn't drink a lot. The more drunk he gets, the harder it is for him to control what he tunes into, and he honestly doesn't feel like burdening his brothers with one of his electromagnetic breakdowns. It works out because then his brothers can drink as much as they want, he's always the designated brother. But since he doesn't drink at all in comparison to his brothers, his ass is very much a lightweight.

Omega looks like Tech when he was a cadet. When Hunter's angry at her, she's really upset, or perhaps he's half asleep, he'll call her 'Tech,' and a part of Omega breaks. She wishes she could be who Hunter wanted to see. But she is only ever herself.

He thinks himself good at being alone and tells himself he prefers isolation. He knows he's their leader, but he'll look back to Havoc, knowing his brothers are inside laughing and carrying on without him; He doesn't know them like they know each other. Truth told, he's always felt like an outsider, even with his own family. So, if anything did happen, he knows they'd only miss him, but they'd never actually need him.

﹄『❝ Hunter ❞』﹃

|| Tech || Wrecker || Crosshair || Echo || Omega ||

[helaenaxyf]

Mischief in the bedroom chambers

(One shot)

🚨(SMUT - grinding matsurbating?- aegon x neice reader - incest)

Summary : aegon wasn't there and his neice-wife figured out to pleasure herself in their chambers.

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Aegon, as usual, was in his council meetings planning armies and fixing his kingdom affairs against Rhaenyra. Aka, you're mother.

He was always busy. Busy. And busy. You always waited for him at the bed. He was never there. He was always either at his private study. Or with his mother. Or planning gods know what.

It was the early morning,you're son and duaghter were with their nanny probably eating their supper.

But you were at you're chambers you couldn't think of the day you were this needy.

You bit you're nails as you're eyes paced around the room as you saw you're uncle-husbands shoe.

How bad could that be? To do?

You did it.

You un laced the laces of you're gown as you sat on you're husbands couch you took his shoe to you're wetness as you positioned it and started grinding against it

You let out soft moans as you humped his shoe like it was his member. You imagined it was him behind you pushing inside you. "Gods," you whimpered softly, spreading your legs wider to rub against the shoe harder. You bit your lip to keep your moans low.

"Fuck...feels so good.." you moaned as you grinded harder

Your wetness coated the shoe. Your whimpers grew louder, your movements faster. You spread your legs wider, lifting one up slightly to rub against the shoe harder. Your breasts bounced softly with each movement. Your hair was disheveled from throwing your head back in pleasure. "Mhmm..."

Just as you were about to reach your climax, the door to your chambers suddenly bursts open. Aegon stands there, his eyes wide with shock as he takes in the sight of you grinding against his shoe. He stares at you for a moment before his tired gaze focuses on the shoe.

You paused in shock as you quickly threw the shoe away and covered you're body with blankets "what are you doing here? It's still early from ur meeting."

He picked up the shoe slowly, inspecting it. He saw the white sticky substance coating the sole. He sniffed it slightly. His eyes darkened. "Where's the other one?" He asked softly, dangerously. He was smart, he could connect dots easily. He wasn't drunk enough not to.

You bit the inside of you're cheeks in embarrassment "it's there." You pointed at the other shoe that was un touched

He walked over to the shoe you used, picking it up and inspecting it. He compared the two, noticing that one was clean while the other was covered in the sticky substance. He brought the sticky shoe up to his nose, inhaling deeply. The smell of his wife's arousal filled his senses.

"Aegon that's disgusting.." you gulped

He looked at you through hooded eyes, a mix of confusion, desire, and slight anger across his face. "Were you..." he paused, his voice thick with alcohol and something else. "Fucking my shoe, my queen?"

"....i-i was needy and you're never there to satisfy me." You said confiidently

His anger seemed to fade, replaced by a dark smirk. He sat on the bed, the shoe still in his hand. "So you were humping my shoe because I wasn't there to hump you?" He chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light.

"Yes husband i was." You said proudly you're chin raised up

He KICKED the shoe aside and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you onto his lap. His hands gripped your hips tightly. "Fuck, you're a little slut, aren't you?" He growled, nuzzling his face into your neck and inhaling your scent.

As said you sat into youre husbands lap you felt the heat of his body with yours creating a hot atmosphere you felt his hard manhood poking you from beneath

You held a gasp His manhood twitches as you straddle him. He realizes something. "Did you..." He pauses, choosing his words carefully. "Did you come using my shoe, love?" His voice drops lower. He can feel you get wetter on his lap. He smirks, knowing the answer.

"I did,husband." You admitted with no shame.

He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound in his chest. "Such a naughty queen I have. Getting yourself off on my shoe like some common whore." Despite his words, his hands grip your hips possessively, pulling you closer against his hardening cock.

He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Tell me, did you imagine it was my cock grinding against your pretty cunt instead of a shoe?" His words are dirty, filthy, matching the mood.

"Yes husband I imagined it with you're cock."

He groans, pressing you harder against his erection. "Do you have any idea how fucking sexy that is, that you wanted my cock so badly you'd hump my shoe?" His voice is rough, thick with desire. His hands move to your breast over your thin gown

"please...i need it.." you said biting ur lip staring at him

He growls low in his throat, then roughly grabs the neckline of your gown and pulls it down, exposing your breasts. "You're practically dripping down my fucking leg at this point. Where do you want my cock, hmm? Your tight little pussy?"

"Yes...husband.. " you spreaded youre legs wider

He doesn't bother removing his blpuse or even his breeches. He simply lifts his hips and aligns his cock with your dripping entrance. With a grunt, he thrusts up into you, burying his length inside your needy cunt. "Fuck, you're so tight and wet."

You moaned as you spoke "I needed you so bad..."

"Now you have me." He says as he slams into youre pussy

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you down onto him as he thrusts up into you over and over. His golden necklace clanks loudly with each movement, the cold nevklace contrasting with the warmth between your thighs. "You like this better than my shoe, my queen?"

"Fuck...yes.." you moaned as you cried out "harder..!"

He slams into you harder, making the couch frame creak dangerously. "Yes? You prefer your king's cock over leather, don't you?" His right hand moves to your throat, not squeezing but claiming possessively. "Tell me, was my shoe even half as satisfying as this?"

"No husband! You're so much better!" You moaned as he thrusted

His hand tightens slightly around your throat as he continues to pound into you relentlessly. "Good, because I'm never letting you use my shoes again. From now on, it's my cock that's going to satisfy your needy little cunt."

You moaned at his words "you're so good to me..husband.."

He snarls possessively, his eyes locked onto yours as he continues to thrust into you. "You only get my seed now, do you understand? No more shoes, no more pillows, no more humping furniture." His hand on your throat tightens slightly. "Say it."

You're eyes rolled back from the excessive pounding as you said "I won't humping anything...other than ur dragon cock.."

He throws his head back with a deep laugh. "Damn right. Only my 'dragon cock', as you put it, is allowed inside this pretty little pussy." His thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight circles. "Spread wider. Let me go deeper."

You did as you were told like a good little wife as he went deeper making you see the stars? No the whole of westeros and the sky

He watches your eyes roll back with intense satisfaction, feeling your pussy clench around him. "Fuck, yes. Milk my cock like that," he growls, slapping your ass hard enough to leave a mark. "Your pussy was made for my cock. No shoe could ever compare."

With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his hot seed spurting into your womb as he holds you down on his length. "Fuck, take it all," he pants, his face buried in your neck as he fills you with his essence.

"From now on. When you want me. Just tell me." He said

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[terrortwinunicorn]

Choose Me

Damian's POV

The door to the house slammed open and closed and I heard my roommate and best friend cursing. Her date must've went errrr well.

"Y/N?" I said cautiously.

"Hi Luis," she said coming into the living room. She looked utterly defeated and disgusted. She plops down on the sofa next to me.

"I take it the date went," I said and she shot me a look.

"It is eight thirty on a Friday night. How do you think it went," she said taking my beer and downing it.

"Hey that was mine," I pout earning at the very least a smile from y/n.

"Chill. I needed that. After that disastrous date I have just been on," she said turning "Unzip my dress and I can go change before I tell you." I hesitate a moment "Luis. Please?" she begged.

I gulped and unzip her dress. What she wasn't aware of is my feelings for her aren't exactly those you can call just seeing her as a best friend and roommate. I saw her as so much more if only she would choose me. I could love her like she deserves.

"There you go y/n," I said pushing down my feelings so she didn't see me wanting her.

"Thanks," she said standing and holding onto the purple material as she disappeared into her room.

I cursed myself Buen trabajo, tonto. I thought. (Way to go dummy.) as I got up and went to get a new beer and one for y/n too.

A few minutes later y/n comes out in my merchandise t-shirt. My jaw dropped as that's all she wore. Her hair fell wildly down to her shoulders.

"Here I got you your own," I said handing her an open bottle.

"Thanks," she said sitting down beside me again before draping her legs over my lap "Now let me tell you about the half twit I had the pleasure," she said the word pleasure like it left a bad taste in her mouth "of going on a date tonight with. First off Romeo was an hour late getting to the restaurant. Thank God I took my own car. And then once he gets there he had the audacity to say he didn't really want to be there but since I was hot he thought he would come and see if I would lay him," she took a drink "Can you believe that?!" I shook my head "I threw my drink in his damn fuckin face. Told him to fuck himself and left the restaurant and well here I am," she laughed before taking another drink.

"I'm sorry you had that happen," I said.

"Thanks. Why can't guys be like you Luis," she said looking at me "You're sweet, funny, kind, loving, caring, heart of gold, treats me like a princess and I am just your best friend and roommate. How you are still single is mind boggling."

I gave a half hearted smile to her "Yeah. Weird," I took a huge drink of beer.

"I'm serious Luis. Any girl would be absolutely lucky to have you as their guy," she said drinking from the bottle before sitting up and grabbing my face. I am startled but our eyes met before she let go "I am so sorry for grabbing you like that. I," she took another drink "I honestly don't know what came over me. Just know that any woman would be lucky to have you as their guy," she said polishing off her second beer. I gulped before looking at her. I bit my lip and quickly finished my beer. I was going to need all the liquid courage I could muster.

"You are," I said after a pregnant pause.

She arched an eyebrow before laughing nervously "I know I am lucky to have you but I have you in my life. Not as my guy," she said.

"You could. Y/N I-" I took a deep breath Just do it dumb ass my brain scolded me "Choose me. I will make you feel loved." She stares at me blankly "Please say something."

She did not in fact say anything. She was up and kissed me in a matter of seconds. Not the peck on the cheek I was used to but full on my mouth. Her lips on mine KISS HER BACK IDIOT my brain yells at me.

I wrapped my arms around her pulling her into my lap and not breaking the kiss but returning it. We were both hungry and this kiss was our first meal in ages.

She drew back panting "Luis. I'm yours. Every part of me is yours," she said as I brush her hair from her face. My ears and brain having a communication error "Did-did you hear me?" she looked at me as if her heart was ready to break into a million pieces if I rejected her.

I shook my head yes "I did. I just," I held her face "You don't know how long I have waited to hear those words come from your mouth. Y/N I don't. I don't just see you as my best friend and my roommate. I-I-I am in love with you. Hopelessly and helplessly head over heels in love with you."

A smile spread across her face "I'm in love with you too. I am so sorry it took me so long to realize it," she said resting her forehead against mine.

I rubbed her cheek with the side of my thumb "Don't worry about it," I laughed as tears filled my eyes "I'm just so glad to hear you say it to me."

She laughed lightly as tears filled her eyes "I'm so glad you finally told me how you feel," she said as she held my face. I smiled before kissing her. All the years of unrealized love spilled over like a boiling pot. The kiss turned passionate quick. My hands fell to her hips as we kissed. She pulled back from the kiss and stood. Offering me her hand "And now you can show me." I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming because if I was I certainly didn't want to wake up "Luis. You're not dreaming," she smiles as her hand was still in the air.

I grabbed it and lead her to my room and my bed. But after tonight it was going to be our room and our bed.

"You do realize we don't go back after this," I said.

She nodded "We will never go back to the will they won't they ever again. I love you Luis. I never want to go on another bad date again."

I chuckled "Princesa I will never let that happen," I said as I walked her to the bed "ever again." I grabbed the t-shirt and took it off of her. She was only wearing a pair of lace thongs. I groan as I drunk in the sight of her as she removed the thongs and threw them at me.

"Your turn," she said as she removed my t-shirt and pushed down my basketball shorts. I push her to the bed. She fell to it propping herself up on her elbows as I removed my boxer briefs and my dick sprang free. Already to make her feel loved. She bit her lip as her eyes moved over my body before she called me to her. She wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me on top of her. I moved to hold myself up over her.

"God y/n. You're beautiful," I said to her making her smile.

She touched my cheek "And Luis. You're handsome and God damn you have a beautiful body."

I chuckled before lowering myself down to her and kissing her lips. She ran her hands down my back as I moved us up to the pillows. I finally moved my lips from her mouth and down her jawline before kissing and sucking the curve of her neck causing a moan to escape her lips.

"I want to take my time worshiping you," I said looking at her.

"We have nothing but time and space between us Luis," she smiles.

I smiled before reconnecting our lips and positioning myself at her entrance. She was already soaking wet for me. I slid into her causing both of us to gasp at the pleasure of being connected in that way. I slowly thrust into her and filled her whole. Her hips bucked up to meet mine in my new favorite song. I slowly begin thrusting into her and finally found our groove and I found the sweet spot as she let out a breathy moan of my name and it never sounded so sweet. What felt like forever but was many many many many minutes later. Her walls clench around my dick signaling she was close and I wasn't far behind her. A few more thrusts and we both were riding our high. I collapsed to her and placed a kiss on her pouty lips.

"Di que me eliges y te haré sentir amado," I said. (Say you choose me and I will make you feel loved.)

"Luis. I choose you forever and for always," she said caressing my cheek as I fell to her side.

I have never been so thankful for a a bad date in my life as I was right now as I took y/n into my arms as she laid her head on my chest and I covered us up. I had a feeling the neighbors might complain for the next few days but I would figure a way to make it up to them after y/n and I were done riding off our highs of our new found love.

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DOES LUIS KNOW HOW DISTRACTING HE IS IN THE SHOOTING RANGE BECAUSE OH MY GOD